[As soon as the audio clicks on, a cheerful voice begins to
sing along.]
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart's an empty hole...your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch...I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
[The music continues softly in the background, but our singer now speaks, just
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Oh, joy: a bleeding heart.
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I'm simply amending the fact that you forgot the glut of charity and good will towards me- uh ah- all people that happens this time of the year.
Now, you may follow that up with a bah humbug and a suggestion that the glut of charity, etc, etc, is to offset the greed and consumption. Possibly add a dry comment about the lack people remembering the spirit of giving all year long.
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['To be honest, I would rather have him not be here and prove me wrong. I already said it in the beginning of high school and I'll say it again: I've never believed in Santa.']
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[Dryly:] ... I guess I didn't really notice.
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[He is Christmas baking himself currently, as he is wearing a sweater, and some track pants, but the mask is still on]
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Who the hell are you again?
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[He is mixing up some batter now]
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Are you shitting me?
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