I wrote this in the last ten minutes, all while fighting a losing battle to retain consciousness, so... apologies if it's a little rough, I had a choice between having it perfect and having it on time for Christmas... I stand by my call. Credit to Cousin Mose for daring me to do a Christmas fic, I can only hope he doesn't mind being linked to this one.
"Yes, Scranton, There Is A Dunder-Mifflin Early Winter Holiday Special"
Dwight, with almost human warmth: This Christmas, I only have one wish...
Pause.
Dwight: I don't want more and/or better weapons or a faster internet connection or even for the Sci-Fi Channel to commit to another season of Battlestar Galactica.
He shakes his head.
Dwight: All I wish...
Pause
Dwight: That all of my enemies... be put down in the harshest way imaginable.
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Oscar: I want another out-of-court settlement.
Pause.
Oscar: Soon.
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Pam: I really have everything I want right now.
Pause.
Pam, tentatively: Although I could use an iPhone.
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Kelly, inexplicably holding a microphone: I'd like to send this out to my special guy on our first Christmas together.
She reaches over to press the button on her radio.
Kelly, singing: I don't want a lot for Christmas/There is just one thing I need/I don't care about the presents/Underneath the Christmas tree...
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Darryl: ...
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Angela: This Christmas, I just wish everyone would take a moment to remember the true meaning of this season...
Pause.
Angela: ...And why that should exclude certain chatty Customer Service representatives from the Christmas party.
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Stanley stanleys.
Stanley: Golf cart.
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Phyllis: Um...
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Toby, dressed in a red sweater with a green reindeer, stares forlornly at nothing in particular.
Off-screen: Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown!
Toby: (Sigh.)
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Kevin: My wish for Christmas is...
He looks around to see if anyone is watching him, then...
Kevin, as haltingly as possible: Are you... and your spouse... looking to... experiment?
Pause.
Kevin: Wouldn't... it be... great to meet... other couples with... similar interests? The number's 222-2222, we've got an answering machine that will talk to you.
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Andy: Well, I kinda want the sex tape Danny DeVito made with Rhea Perlman.
Pause.
Andy: A lot.
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Creed, completely unaware he's being filmed: Cannabis sativa.
Pause.
Creed: Or, in the heart of L.A., known as the Chronic.
Pause.
Creed: Not to be confused with the bionic; even though it does cost six million dollars, maaan...
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Kelly, still singing: All I want for ChristmaaAAAaaaAAAAas is yoooooOOOOooou...
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Ryan can't stop laughing.
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Jim: I just wish I could there when Dwight opens that box of Robert Mapplethorpe books I sent him.
Pause.
Jim: Kids, always remember to sign out of Amazon when you're done making your order.
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Michael: This Christmas, I wish that all the children, all over the world, could gather together in the spirit of giving and tolerance and join together to sing in beautiful harmony.
Pause.
Michael: But, if anyone is looking for a real present, I really need to renew my subscription to Maxim.
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Meredith with her face in one hand, a bottle of Cutty Sark in the other: What did I do with my life?
And to all a good night.
