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I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE!

[Guess who found out what the nifty lookin' thing on his wrist does, guys?. Annnnnd, now he'll proceed to sing over it. Something along the lines of 'Jingle Bells.'Except its the crappy Batman Parody one.]

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Jeez, alright already! Enough with the singing! [It took her a bit before she realized the terrible tune was coming from the device on her wrist.]

Aw, somebodys not in the holiday spirit!

A little hard to be merry when it's not even close to Christmas, and we're trapped here in... where ever this is. [Okay, Sherry, maybe this guy's just a little off his rocker or perhaps the whole "waking up in a weird town" has given him a bit of a shock and this is his coping mechanism?]

... Look, I'm sorry. Let's try this again. Are you alright?

Theres always time for celebrating holidays, lady.

Me? I'm fine, say do you know where to get some buffalo wings around here? Or chimichangas?

Glad you're in such high spirits. [That was definitely soaked through and through with sarcasm.]

The general store might have a few things, but strangely, there's actually food in the houses, and it looks fresh. Might be some of what you're looking for in there.

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darthpool.livejournal.com - 2012-10-21 17:17 (UTC) - Expand

Congratulations, three seconds in a completely new town and already everyone wants to kill you. [He glares at the device.]

Logan, Buddy!

Wade.

this doesnt look a thing like christmas land.

You don't look a thing like a claymation skeleton, and you certainly don't have the singing voice.

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darthpool.livejournal.com - 2012-10-20 20:35 (UTC) - Expand

Don't know what you're all complaining about. This place is nicer than where I came from.

And where would that be, stranger?

That would be a Trans Am in the desert. And the name's Kobra. Kobra Kid.

I've heard of worse places. Yet I still havn't been to the barbie dream house.

Wade Wilson, presidant and founder of the golden girl slashfic fan site

That's... that's really weird, man. Really weird.

Okay, buddy, you're cut off. No more sugar pops for you.

Aw but I still have a whole box of them just begging me to finish them!

Nope. Gone. Off-limits. I'm going to have to confiscate them for the greater good until you settle your weird-ass down.

Also? Way too early for Christmas carols. Give it another month or so.

Well you're no fun

Its never to early for christmas!

Honey, I am lot's of fun. Usually the fun side comes out when we're not in some creepy, horrible, ghost town of waiting to DIE. Which means we gotta put our heads together and get out, not go around screaming and flailing like a crazy little girl-man. Thing. Dude. Whatevs.

[Don't give Wade any ideas, Donna]Who would? This place doesn't look a thing like christmas land!

Christmas land? Right~ Did you escape from the building with the white padded cells?

Of course not. It didn't have padded rooms, they were afraid I'm cut them open to easily and then there was the whole thing with not following directions.

Course. My mistake... Were there straitjackets and drugs?