[scene: streets of egc]

Rat: *trudging along* o/' Silver bells... silver bells... it's Christmas tiiiiiime in the Cityyyyy... o/'

Mouse: Fine time to be singing, sir. Poor girl's last memory's gonna be of you rasping annoying Christmas shit.

Rat: *cheerily* Oh, have some sense, Mouse. If I let myself get all funked up and depressed right now, I'd get lethargic and probably slow down, which would eliminate any chance she'd have of survival.

Mouse: She doesn't HAVE any chance.

Rat: Oh, bah. That again. I told you, I'm not giving up.

Mouse: Well, stop singing at least.

Rat: Don't you like Christmas songs?

Mouse: I don't like CHRISTMAS.

Rat: Ooooh. Bad thing to say. The Ghosts of Christmas TV Specials will come after you to prove how Mistletoe and Eggnog are the true meanings of Christmas.

Mouse: I thought it was Love and Peace.

Rat: *humming to himself* No, that's the true meaning of Labour Day. Easter and Christmas are all about Gluttony and Nookie.

Mouse: All about WHAT?

Rat: No, really, look at the traditions-- what do people do for Christmas? Snuggle and stuff their faces. Though not both at once.

Mouse: But isn't it a religious holiday?

Rat: Probably. So?

Mouse: .....tthbbbbpt. You are so full of bullshit that your eyes are brown, sir.

*Rat justs laughs.*

Yes, that was pointless. Ah well.