- December 3, 2004 -
 KNACKS: Queen Mare, this next box is for you! MARE: My word! It's a big one, isn't it! KUSE: Hey! I haven't opened anything yet...it should be my turn! KNACKS: Queen Mare, this next box is for you!  KUSE: Grrr, I still say it should've been my turn. KNACKS: SHUT THAT. Miss Mare, what's in the box? MARE: Dudes, you're not going to believe this. It's a fucking fireplace. KNACKS: Hahahah. KUSE: That's hot.  FIVE MINUTES LATER: MARE: I wasn't kidding, there's seriously a fireplace in here. How are we going to get it out of the box? KUSE: Knacks, what about using that voodoo statue? The one we resurrected Mare with? KNACKS: It''s a voodoo statue, not a miracle worker.  FIVE MORE MINUTES LATER: MARE: Well, that was a process and a half, wasn't it? KNACKS: I'll say. KUSE: Oh for the love of Christ...the thing weighed ten pounds. All we did was cut the box into pieces and push it against the wall. What's the big deal? MARE: It's such a beautiful fireplace, too. Do you guys have any wine in this place? KNACKS: No, but we've got wine glasses, and an empty decanter. MARE: It'll do.  MARE: I'd like to propose a toast. A toast to Christmas! KNACKS: It's the most wonderful time of the year, Queen Mare! MARE: Absolutely. What do you think, Kuse? KUSE: I'm vaguely into this toast. MARE: Vaguely? KUSE: <-- Jewish. :( |
