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[ate_it_all]

[When Conchita sees her present, she is ecstatic. ECSTATIC. Screw all you guys and your problems, she's going to get on the phone and brag.]

"Merry Christmas," little ones!

Santa Claus killed Grady, you know. He did that for me.

[she giggles... which crescendos into a mad cackle.]It's quite fitting, you see! The idiot had his goons turn me

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[souris_keteer]

[W-watching, and... oh, wow, does not know what to do.]

[ate_it_all]

[she's sitting down to eat now, but Conchita catches sight of him. She's not really any more impressed than she's ever been. She turns her head toward Mickey.]

Please don't stare at me while I eat.

[souris_keteer]

Sorry, but... well... are you really sure you can trust that meal?

[ate_it_all]

Of course not. I am not a fool.

But it matters not. My stomach is invincible. Last Thanksgiving, I ate every last razor in my turkey stuffing, and I was perfectly fine.

Whatever they add, it's just a spice on the main course.