There are no words. The only sound that comes through is the Master whistling a very cheery tune. In fact, he is whistling 'I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas'.
No, I don't suppose he's ever done much to deserve a proper Christmas present. Not that much of a surprise to hear that he's been continuing his little tradition of doing everything in his power to keep his name as far away as possible from the proverbial "Nice List"!
Technically, a year-round Christmas minus the peace and good will. And those are the best bits, really, so I think that would make rather a rubbish sort of Christmas, wouldn't it? Well, I suppose you'd still have the greed. Greed is very Christmasy and, you know, associated with all things Christmas in certain regions of the Earth, I must admit.
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What do you want in your stocking? Huh? Something pretty? Something cool?
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He's a happy fat guy!
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Do you know where it is?
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What? Your water pistol? Haven't the foggiest idea.
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...Really?
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