what is this.

[fuckyou_chorus]

[out in the field today, the wind is blowing soothingly across the cornfields, making it shift and wave in the breeze . . . and on that wind travels the faint hint of a song. Shalalalalala, it might go. My oh my.Allow me to take you back to Christmas, where it could be said that the mood crab huddled with a sprig of mistletoe just for warmth, but

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[theskyenceguy]

Kill it.

[theskyenceguy]

Back off!

[nocturnemission]

Oh, you think it's the easy, huh? You try it!

[theskyenceguy]

I was here first.

[nocturnemission]

Then it's your fault! You can't blame me when the inevitable happens.

[theskyenceguy]

I meant, I was standing here first, and you just started walking towards me!

[nocturnemission]

Oh...

Well, that's totally not my fault! Just look around us!

[theskyenceguy]

No. One look at that toad was more than enough.

[nocturnemission]

Well, I hate to break it to you, but there's something worse than the toad here.

[theskyenceguy]

...What.

[nocturnemission]

Mistletoe.

[theskyenceguy]

...

[nocturnemission]

...

[theskyenceguy]

...This stuff is only here for the month, right? We can tough it out until August.

[nocturnemission]

How? By just standing here the whole time?

[theskyenceguy]

We can sit down, probably.