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[fuckyou_chorus]

[It's Boxing Day, Camp Fuck U Die! What does this mean?

Well, not a lot really. Unless you were looking forward to eating breakfast. Then all you're going to encounter is a box with your name on it and a helpful directive to put all of your rubbish into it before you get to eat. In fact, even if you make food this morning before filling the box

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[stillyouridol]

[Gracing you with my presence~ Sitting next to with breakfast]

[justwannahave]

Good morning. I see you've cleaned up after yourself.

[stillyouridol]

Of course -- why would I leave trash lying around? [peeks at the magazine cover] Christmas present?

[justwannahave]

Nope--just one of my regular magazines.

Speaking of presents . . . *hands you a box and a wrapped object*

[stillyouridol]

--Eh? Really?

[justwannahave]

[The box contains loafers and the wrapped lump is a Boscoe-sized armchair.]

Yep--happy Christmas.

[stillyouridol]

Boscoe is getting more dapper by the minute... Spoiled mouse. The next thing I know, he'll have a housecoat and library.

[GUESS WHO HAS BOSCOE IN THEIR POCKET? Out he comes, onto chair]

[justwannahave]

Perfect for the counselling mouse, don't you think?

[stillyouridol]

If he gets a clipboard and notebook I'm tossing him out in the snow.

[justwannahave]

Dang, there goes two items on the accessories list already . . .

[stillyouridol]

It's better to know these things in advance and establish boundaries from the beginning.

[justwannahave]

. . . Wow, you sure take a joke seriously.

[stillyouridol]

I'm not taking it seriously... It's a stuffed mouse.

[back in the pocket he goes]

[justwannahave]

Yes--and cute too.

How was Christmas?

[stillyouridol]

[:T] It was spent as a prisoner in a zombie filled alternate dimension in America.

[justwannahave]

With all of us. It wasn't so bad, right?