On the twelfth day of Christmas please, Santa, give to me: one line of dialogue…
…my own set of wheels…
…a job that pays me money…
…[happy platypus noises]…
…promotion to colonel…
…more nerds to bully…
…a kiss from a girl…
How about just some almond brittle? It’s a realistic request, right?…
…a silver guitar…
…a sash full of patches…
Ah, forget it!…
…and a jet-powered rocket ski!
