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Aaaaa! *ducking hail of snowballs*
Rhonda: Goldie. Mixing metaphors already. Tch.
Sloth: Uh...okay...what's the story?
Rhonda: YOU? I called the aardvark!
Sloth: He's on vacation. What's the rush? I HATE having to run...and traffic was a witch...
Rhonda *heavy sigh* Okay, just set up... *ducks a snowball* uh -- wherever you can find a shield. Aim for the mistletoe. And we're live in five, four, three...
Newsie! Hey Newsie! Over here!
Er...yes?
*SMOOOOOOOOOCHPOP!*
Rhonda: Holy Estee' Lauder. I think she sucked his lips off.
He HAD some under that nose? How could you tell?
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