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CHRISTMAS
Gingerbread Icing Peppermints Gumdrops Candy Canes Tree Star Tree Holder Thing Tinsel Lights More Lights More Lights	Santa Hats Elf Hats Reindeer Antlers Cookies Stockings A Chimney Reindeer Food Uplink to NORAD Snow Flurries More Lights Sweaters Presents

Hey, so...do you think Santa will be able to find us all here on Christmas Eve? Maybe we should build a signal for him or something. You know, like up on the rooftops. There could be a landing strip for the reindeer, or maybe like a big Santa-hat spotlight. Or both. Or we could get flares. Do they have flares around here? Maybe we should get flares.

Only eighteen more days until Christmas Eve! YOU BETTER WATCH OUT.

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[... is she serious? Yusuke can't tell whether or not she's serious. Well, whatever. He's getting bored just sitting around keeping an eye on Keiko, so he figures he might as well pass the time by chatting with the Cat Puncher for a while. It's not like any of his previous encounters with her have ever been dull.]

Flares? Seriously? Lady, you're thinking WAY too small here. What we ought to do is collect a bunch of junk and make a bigass bonfire out of it. That'll get the jolly old bastard's attention.

[And probably burn the entire city down. ♫ IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE ARSON... ♫]

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Hey! Watch how you talk about Santa!

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A bonfire would be good, though.

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[Ooh, touchy. Yusuke is tempted to shoot back with some saucy remark about how a guy shitty enough to dump coal into little kids' socks probably has thick enough skin to withstand a bit of name-calling, but between one thing and another, he's a little too wiped out to go starting shit like he usually does. Amazing how having to babysit your not-girlfriend while she's in a coma can take some of the punk out of you, huh.]

Whatever. Anyway, yeah, duh, of course it would be. Get a couple dozen people to help you collect the stuff to make the fire with and some cans of lighter fluid, and bam, you got yourself a fire big enough to be seen all the way from the North Pole.

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I bet there's room in the backyard for it, too...

[DAMMIT, YUSUKE]

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So are you gonna do it?

[upupupupu]

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If it'll help out Santa!

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Oh, I bet Santa'll be real pleased.

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It's better than putting the fire in the chimney, too. Santa needs the chimney clear. Obviously.

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Right. Y'know, I've never been able to figure out how the hell that guy's able to slide down a chimney and be so fat at the same time. I mean, I've never lived in a place with a chimney, but I'm 99.9% sure there's not a whole lot of room in them. Like, what the hell does he do, does he just suck it all in as he's sliding down or something?

[Not existing probably helps a lot with being able to cram yourself into impossibly small spaces, since you're not... actually taking up any room in the first place, but uh, Yusuke's elected not to go there. Blame it on him being in the holiday spirit! Or him just keeping his mouth shut in hopes that if he does, she'll actually build that bonfire. You know. Whichever.]