The first thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
Crystal: *with axe propped against her shoulder and ticked off look* is finding a Christmas tree.
*Caboose is in the background pointing to a palm tree babbling away at Crystal.*
The second thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
Shakira: *trying to untangle light* Rigging up the lights
Crystal: *looking like she wants to break something* and finding a Christmas tree.
The third thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
Rose: Hangovers! *is looking pretty pissed*
Shakira: *is looking rather angry with the lights in her hands* Rigging up the lights
Crystal:*looking extremely ticked off now and grinds out her line* and finding a Christmas tree.
The fourth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
Church: *scribbling sloppily* sending Christmas cards
Rose: Hangovers *is looking very angry now*
Shakira: *looks like she is going to strangle the lights* Rigging up the Lights
Crystal: *looking like she is gunna murder someone* and finding a Christmas *turns around and yells* Caboose that isn't a pine tree it isn't even a friggen tree at all!
The fifth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
Sarge: *looking un-concerned* five months of bills
Church: *looking a bit irritated* sending Christmas cards.
Rose: hangovers! *is wanting to strangle someone*
Shakira: *is starting to hate anything bright* Rigging Up The Freakin Lights
Crystal:*has a grumpy look and is holding bombs* and finding a Christmas tree. *turns around and starts chucking the bombs in a certain direction and explosions are heard*
The sixth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
Doc: *pointing at Griff and making a face* facing my in-laws.
Sarge: *still looking unconcerned* five months of bills.
Church: *is contemplating whether he can kill himself with a pen* I hate those Christmas cards!
Rose: hangovers! * is now sipping beer*
Shakira: *stares at the lights across the room* Rigging up the lights
Crystal:*is slightly happier looking and a slightly charred caboose is behind her* and finding a Christmas tree.
The seventh thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
Griff: *chucks a hand bell into the distance* The Salvation Army.
Doc: *bandaging a burnt Caboose* facing my in-laws.
Sarge: *having fun shooting at the remaining blues* five months of bills.
Church: *is playing with a lighter* sending Christmas cards.
Rose: Oh geez! *is now running out of beer*
Shakira: *is now attempting to get the lights up* Rigging Up the lights
Crystal: *trying unsuccessfully to chop down a tree* and finding a Christmas tree
The eighth thing at Christmas that such a pain to me:
Kid: I WANNA TRANSFORMER FOR CHRISTMAS!
Delta: there is a 72% chance of a migraine *York face palms*
Griff: Charities, *turns to Doc*And what'cha mean "YOUR in-laws"! ?
Sarge: *reloads his shotgun* five months of bills.
Church: *starts punching holes in the cards with his pen* Oh, making out these cards.
Rose: Simmons! Get me a beer! *is waveing arms around at Simmons*
Shakira: *has fallen into a pile of lights* Ragging Up These G** D*** Lights
Crystal: *retrieves axe from ground and finally spots a suitable tree.* And finding a Christmas tree
The ninth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
Dounut: *in tank* finding parking spaces.
Kid: DADDY, I WANT SOME CANDY!
Delta: 75% percent chance of head ache and riseing *york is pinching the bridge of his nose.*
Griff: Get a job you bum!
Doc: Facing my in-laws
Sarge: *aims at the blues again* Five months of bills.
Church: *starts ripping the cards into pieces* Writing out those Christmas cards.
Rose: hangovers *receives beer from Simmons*
Shakira: *is scowling at the lights around her* Rigging Up Lights
Crystal: *hits the tree and the axe bounces off and slips from her hands flying back to hit caboose* and finding a Christmas tree. Doc! Get over here!
The tenth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
Lopez: *looking like he is gunna throw something* Las pilas no incluidas. Y el infierno, por qué no? (Translation: Batteries not inculded. And why the hell not?)
Donut: *accidently runs over a car* finding parking spaces.
Kid: Buy me somethin'!
Delta: 85% percent chance of headache *York has an anime tick mark on the side of his head as he refrains from hitting the kid with a punch*.
Griff: Donations,
Doc: *bandaging up Caboose again* Facing my in-laws,
Sarge: *Reloads his rifle* five months of bills.
Church: *starts to burn the card fragments slowly* Yo Ho, sending Christmas cards
Rose: oh geez, look at this! *is stareing into empty beer mug*
Shakira: *starts slowly breaking lights with her hands* Rigging Up The Lights
Crystal: *the axe keeps bouceing off so she goes with the more conventional method of a chainsaw* and finding a Christmas tree.
The eleventh thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
Tucker: *flipping through channels* stale TV specials.
Lopez: *is digging through a chest of mechanical parts* Las pilas no incluidas. Y el infierno, por qué no? (Translation: Batteries not inculded. And why the hell not?)
Donut: *Sheila locks on a car as a target* finding parking spaces.
Kid: Mom I gotta go to the bathroom!
Delta: 95% chance of headache *York is hitting his forehead with the palm of his head*
Griff: Charities.
Doc: She's a witch, I hate her!
Sarge: *Stops shooting at the blues for the day* Five months of bills
Church: *breaks the pen cleanly in half and throws it across the room* Oh, I don't even know half these people!
Rose: Who got the toilet paper? *is looking around for some toilet paper to put in bathroom*
Shakira: *starts throwing lights around* Rigging Up The Lights!
Crystal: *halfway through the tree trunk* and finding a Christmas tree.
The twelfth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
The rest of the freelancers: *aiming at the three authors* Singing Christmas carols? No way in hell we're doing that!
Tucker: *still flipping through channels* stale TV specials.
Lopez: *Is trying to make a makeshift battery* Las pilas no incluidas. Y el infierno, por
qué no? (Translation: Batteries not inculded. And why the hell not?)
Donut: *shiela shoots and the car, the warthog, explodes* finding parking spaces.
Kid: Waaaaaaaaaaah!
Delta: 100% percent chance of headache *York is banging his head against a wall*
Griff: *glareing at Doc* Charities
Doc: Gotta make 'em dinner
Sarge: *is cleaning his sniper rifle* five months of bills*
Church:*dumps the remaining ashes and broken pen in a nearby trash can* I'm not sending them this year, that's it!
Rose: SHUT UP, YOU! *shoots person in face*
Shakira: *starts shooting the lights* I Hate These F****** Lights!
Crystal: *finally manages to chop down the tree and it falls over and lands on caboose* and finding a Christmas tree.
