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Well... Methinks that's cause MC has its own font size for replies, different from whatever font and size you may type in in another word processor program. There was a change and thread about this recently in the Feedback section though. Hope this helps and have a good night Erin.

*Standing on the snowbank... Yes! And we shall claim more postage until this story is over! For they can take away our nagging sticks, but we'll still have our... *Gets hit by snowball from White Rabbit.

Hey! No more biting... Or you'll get none of these hot fresh chocolatey chip oatmeal cookies. Nor any of the nutlog peanut butter ones either. OK Claudia... You put up the candy cane poles here... And the snowcone machine there... And this'll be more of a welcoming ice palace fit for New...

Aw. The same headache you were complaining about on FB? Sowwy Cwaudia. Here. Hot chocolate and a couple of Tylenol, that'll make the bad little earthquakes in your brain go away.

Heck yeah! Is that a certain E.M.R. approaching Nora towards the end? And I sympathize... Currently working on some fixes from Word to Wordpad myself. It's a bit of a burden, but it'll be worth it when finished. Looking forward to the next installment as I laughed with all the little...

... Can I say I'm hooked? Dunno, can we? Gonzo, let us down from here! We need to get the first part of Erin's thrilling new fic! Just don't come cryin' to me when you fall flat on the ground, you yokuls! Well... Maybe a soothing ride on the Disoriented Express. Then again, maybe not...

Hmm... What about Doozers? They're smaller and easier to fit. Sort of like Twiddlebugs. Count: Ah! I shall count the Twiddlebugs hiding in our flowery windowbox! You'll have to excuse him, he's giddy with anticipation over counting down tomorrow. Synchronously tuned in to a very precise...

Yaeeeeeey! *Glomps Lisa with a glomp o' doom. The letter to Susan! The Propaganda attack. Scribbler and the ones who are unintelligible... *Bounces away. Weeeeeeeee!

Hey! No biting! Unless it's food. *Sloshes Alex with a snowball that leaves her in an instant snowcloud prettily effect. *Busies getting the palace ready for the countdown party.

Is that all you can say? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sean, postmor... Oh,sorry. Yeah, loved how this played out. Wonder where Ben was during Sue's walks throughout the embassy. Days? Thought all they had was the forty-eight hours. Sinister plan by Von Doom? So what's new... Tachion beam, of...

Whooooooosh! New chapter! *Bounces with glee. *Saddens with the "oh" and then the "oh" and finally the "oh". Oh! *Hee. Lisa... Rays of rainbows be upon ye for this update. Sad for Kermit and yet it's a bit homey with the final four in the boys' room. Loved it all... Need more... Must...

You know... Would like to help... But Clauds doesn't let me play anymore. *Sips from his giant Bugs Bunny mug. Mmm, that's good hot chocolate.

Aargh! First Mate Squeekers! Get the penguin cannons ready! And the snowballs too! If we donna get more o' this story... Um, ergh, well... Feathery frozen fowls shall rain from the skies upon ye!

*Dimwit snowman: Uh, making snowcones sir?

Mail call! Sure hope Kermit passed his hip-hop finals. Oh, that reminds me, here's a letter for you Cath and Kermit, it's from the university. Maybe they'll bequeath you an update grant... If we get a good piece of story next time that roomie of yourn pokes her head out of her room. J/K...

You know... Another little thing I noticed... We never got the name of Statler's wife. So, um, what hotel in NYC has the name "Statler" in it? And does it have a second name that'd lend itself to this fanfic character? Also, um... If anyone has MP3 versions of "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa...

*Sloshes Snowthmeiser with a snowball. There, now don't you say you've never been in a snowball fight before. *Ducks back inside ice palace shutting the door behind him.

------------- Page 20: Twenty Something. Alice stopped a moment outside Ed's private sanctum. She looked back briefly at this master of monsters, clothed in his couch's comforter—sonorous sleep issueing from the bedded baron. Light flickered flimsily, escaping from the bronze...

Mmm... A short chapter. Good, I like. It helps advance the story. And who knows what that obscured boss or frog are scheming behind closed doors. Thanks Aunt Ru... *Back to the trenches we go.

Oh! Thanks. Didn't hexpect an update from you so soon. All so wonderful, but I think I was moved by Maggy's part in this the most. As always, more please!