x - 0013 [Christmas Carol]

[call_me_spooky]

Dear Santa,
I want Christmas to pass without any crazy and/or embittered ghosts trying to use pop-psychology crap to force my partner and I into a festive murder-suicide pact. That would definitely help. I mean, on one hand it was awesome, because there were definitely ghosts there and I'm not the only one who saw them, but on the other hand,

Comments

[playstheblues]

He's a creepy, stalker, cookie obsessed asshole.

[call_me_spooky]

...what, Santa?

[playstheblues]

Yeah, Santa. Do you want a baseball bat?

[call_me_spooky]

Think I'll need one?

[playstheblues]

Mulder, work with me here.

Do you want a fat Fable with no invitation into your home bringing you gifts that might possibly cause you to do something stupidly dangerous against the advice of your best friend?

[call_me_spooky]

...Sounds like you've got kind of a personal beef there, Blue.

Not that I'm disagreeing, the whole home-invasion aspect of the Christmas myth is a little unsettling.

[playstheblues]

I'll bring you a baseball bat this week.

It's fully and entirely creepy.

[call_me_spooky]

I'll trust your judgment on this one. Thanks.

Do you actually expect he'll show up?

[playstheblues]

He didn't show his face last year.

[call_me_spooky]

But you can never be too careful, after all.

[playstheblues]

Should I throw in a flamethrower, too?

[call_me_spooky]

That's... probably not necessary. I think this building's seen its share of fire for the year, and I do have two superhuman roommates who are probably a match for him.

[playstheblues]

He's wily.

[call_me_spooky]

Data's an android and Spock can do that Vulcan nerve-pinch thing. We'll manage.