Deeeck the halls with boughs of holly, fa-la-la-la-laaaa, la -- shit, it's cold....
[opens the door cheerfully, singing along] Tis the season to be jolly fa-la-la-la-laaa la-la- [realizing who it is, but still singing] Fuck off.
[sighs] Aw geez, what are you doing here, Fire Crotch? Don’t tell me I gotta give you hot cocoa.











