[ The feed opens to a man in a snazzy suit and eyepatch standing in a backdrop of Christmas decorations and a gigantic tree.
Little fellows in white scuttle about behind him, looking for ornaments and other such shiny objects to place on the half-finished tree. Xigbar pays them no mind. ]
Ladies and gentlemen of the Port! For those of you who
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Y'know, you're lucky this thing can actually hold me.
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[ Haha, get it?
He glances at the group of pivoting Dusks. Silly things. ]
You heard him.
[ Yes, that is an order to get him down. ]
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[Oh. Okay. Good, they're untangling the lights.
wait.
No-no-no-no--Aaaand down he goes face-first, the only thing keeping him from kissing the ground being the string still tied around his ank--whoops, nevermind. Face, meet floor.]
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Different kinda measuring, dude.
[ He tilts his head. ]
You gonna stay down there all day or what?
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[All the half-nostalgic, half-hostile memories.]
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The very same, short stack.
Care for an invite?
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My days in that place are over.
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You're missing quite the party.
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Real nice of you to look out for those kids.
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Well, they are rambunctious troublemakers!
Somebody's got to.
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Puberty's quite the hazard.
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[Yeesh. Demyx is really getting the short end of the stick on this one.]
... Don't tell me you're just gonna leave him up there.
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[ Demyx always gets the short end of stick; it is his lot in life. ]
The thought did occur to me.
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Do you guys pick on all your employees this much?
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All in good fun, kiddo.
I'll have him down in a jiffy.
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[ A thoughtful pause. ]
Maybe they need more discipline.
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