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Coldness... That's how to best describe this. But there's also some warmth I think. Wonder what plan those invisibles have in mind. Oh well, we'll find out soon.

You know... As I keep reading, I wonder... Just who is Scribbler's boss and who indeed would be so slimy that he'd be kicked out of the casino? Wonder how Thoreau is coming along with that special surprise for Janice and how she'll make nice with Floyd. Gonzo needs to not just say he's sorry...

*Laughs at the little in-jokes... Especially that guy named Wilson. Liked it and all the insight in the narration. Post more when you can. And if you could, as there's some RHLC connection, poke that girl named Kim to post of hers as well.

*Flips a switch that rotates the palace to be in the opposite direction from where the snowball mass will land.

Eh... If you wanna your head reverberating with a mighty temblor... Suit yourself. And just for that, know that I know what Bunsen is refering to in that last little bit where he and Beaker feel that their victory over the Surfer was hollow. So there. And I'll only tell you if Sean wants me...

Loved it all... Need a bit of a break But I hope you continue until finishing this fantastic foray in fanfiction.

*Except that the ice shield repels the snow from Kyle's troops. *Shakes head... Such a display of snowy-ness mess? *Flicking Christmas/New Year lights on as the garlands brighten the palace. You'll only end up on the naughty list that way Kyle. Now is that what you want? People thinking...

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!