KriS:
No kidding! Mad is one way to put it. Have
you ever seen a saint really, really angry? We
are talking plagues of boils, bleeding eyeballs,
rabid animal attacks and weather pattern
changes. I have to keep it together, pal, to
avoid disaster, biblical-style.
Crumpet:
That actually makes a surprising amount of
sense. So, now that you’ve been through your
night of transformation, when you’ve sadly
passed to the other side, are there any people
who aren’t me that you would like to come
back and haunt or warn or scare?
Crumpet:
I have worked with a significant number of
people impersonating you. Many of them
were soiling your good name. Do you have
any quality control over that?
SCrooge:
[Chuckles jovially]
KriS
Crumpet:
SCrooge:
Soiling their pants is more like it! Have you
been to a mall? You think I’d let Uncle Chris
Creepy show up smelling of bacon and Old
Crow to talk to your children about Christmas if I had any control over this thing? Refer
to my answer above about our capitalist overlords and their hegemonic drive to control
our belief in supernatural holiday personas.
Every time one of those losers shows up in a
pinkish suit with flakes of croissant in their
beards, the elites win.
I couldn’t agree with you more