thebitterguy (
thebitterguy) wrote2005-12-25 10:45 am
A holiday gift to you all.
"Why do I do this? Now, you see, that's a good question. And I can see," he said, gazing into my eyes as I stood, paralyzed, before him," that you will not take a pat answer for it."
He sat back on his throne. "I do it because I feed on fear. Terror is my meat, panic my potatoes. The fear of a child? Like nectar from the heavens. This", he said, waving his hands around us, "is a buffet. They bring me the sweetest treats imaginable. And pay me to feast."
He sat back, a satisfied twinkle in his eyes.
"Besides, I look fabulous in red. Now, be a dear and help me with the beard. My break is over in two minutes."
***
Merry Christmas, everyone.
edit: I time travelled it up to today in the sprit of propriety.
He sat back on his throne. "I do it because I feed on fear. Terror is my meat, panic my potatoes. The fear of a child? Like nectar from the heavens. This", he said, waving his hands around us, "is a buffet. They bring me the sweetest treats imaginable. And pay me to feast."
He sat back, a satisfied twinkle in his eyes.
"Besides, I look fabulous in red. Now, be a dear and help me with the beard. My break is over in two minutes."
***
Merry Christmas, everyone.
edit: I time travelled it up to today in the sprit of propriety.
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Merrrry Christmas!
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Bless you, Joss Whedon.