Ransom: Holtzy, I don't have clean boxers, I'm borrowing yours with the candy canes, alright?
Ransom: (walking down from attic)Bro, this Axe deoderant, throw it out man, can't believe you go on dates wearing it-- I'm only putting it on now because I can't find mine
Ransom:Lards are these your duck slippers? They're mad cute, bro. Comfy, too
Ransom: (stops mid-step on staircase, face to face with Alexei mashkov)
Tater:Merry Christmas!
Ransom:
Ransom:
Ransom:I HAVE A PIE BAKING IN THE ATTIC I GOTTA GO














