Characters: Duncan and anyone present for his war on Christmas 8|
Location: The plaza.
Time: Noon
Style: Whatever, I'll match you.
Status: Open like a telethon's phone lines
So Duncan had finally given in to the nagging encouragement from the townspeople to hang a stupid stocking. Which is precisely what he's doing now...it's just, uh, the method
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[Focus in on the most important element here, Equius.]
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[...alright, fair point. The only real use he has for a needle is piercings. Well, and poking people, but the point is he doesn't know how to sew, Equius.]
They bother you nonstop to hang one of these stupid things too?
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Yes. I just hung one up and then they left me alone.
[Shrug]
I don't see much of a point, honestly.
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[In theory, anyway. And Duncan doesn't look like he really believes it.]
He ain't real where I come from, but I'm guessin' this place has some warped version or another, and that fat loser's gonna have to work his ass off to get anything in that stocking.
[Hey, in his mind? It's Duncan: 1, Santa: 0]
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Regardless, she has something to say about this anyway.]
Hey. How about ya hang up another stocking?
[Is he really going to staple it to her...]
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[So he left out the "AND DROWN" part, but it's implied. Clearly. Also, pff, like he's going to go all the way home to get a staple gun. His Scrooge-iness is matched only by his laziness.]
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[Nah, how about she not do that...]
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[Obviously the best role model. Obviously.]
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