AN: Ho ho ho.

I am writing this chapter with a Father Christmas hat on.

As Kazzy was recovering from the attack of the angry mob, his old dad was watching him on TV.He felt ashamed that his son had single-handedly countryrockafied the most popular heavy metal band in the history of forever.

"How dare he embarase my name! GRRRRRRRRRR!"

He reached for his phone and dialed.

"Hello. I would like to place an order on one Kazzy Carol. To be rubbed out as soon as possible."

The gal on the other side was a skilled assasin who would have Kazzy sleepin' with da fishes in no time.

Meanwhile, Jin and the gang were still stuck in traffic. The crazy bear was gone but now, some crazy cyborg was trashing the city and some crazy ninja was trying to slice him in half for murderizing his entire clan. To top all, some crazy American with a skyscraper hairstyle was asking people whether they were alliens. Bethween two chaingun runs and a "Bring it on, ya alliens!", Xiao asked:

"Awe we thewe yet?"

"That's IT!" shouted Jin, suddenly losing it. "No more driving and fucking around! I am turning into Devil Jin and flying over to my dad's!"

And he changed into Devil Jin and started flying. While he was flying, a helicopter howered by and a cop with a loudspeaker said:

"Pardon me sir, but do you have a flying licence?" said the cop with a Texas accent.

Jin halted in midair and scratched his head. "Uhm... Nope." he made a you-caught-me-red-handed-but-I-am-not-a-bad-guy face

"Then I am forced to arrest you. You have a right to remain..." but Jin burned down the helicopter with his laser and flew away. Within minutes, the entire airforce was on to him.

"All units, we have an airborne suspect fleeing. Possible DUI , over." said dispatch.

Jin was shot down and some FBI looking guys carted him off. They frisked him and found some weed.

"That's not mine." said Jin as they slapped the cuffs on him.

Meanwhile, Kazzy was welcoming his guest

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Please welcome an exelent guest who is the crowd's favorite. Marsaaaaaaal LAAAAAW!"

Marshal Law A.K.A. The Fighting Chef waved to the audience and sat his ass down on Kazzy's couch. Kazzy sat down at his side and welcomed him.

"Marshie. Let me first welcome you to our most wonderful Christmasy show. How do you do?" said Kazzy, leaving Marshal with an is-this-guy-gay face.

"Uhm... yeah." said Marshal.

"We were so totaly hoping that you would cook something Christmasy for us. Ya know, being a supercool cooking guy. Hey!" exclaimed Kazzy, suddenly changing the subject. "Is it true that guys who cook are gay?"

Marshal was caught totaly of guard by this crazy question.

"Uhm...no." he responded with a very-obvious tone of his voice.

"Come on, it's safe to come out, we understand." said Kazzy in a comforting way.

"Dude, I'm not gay! I got a wife and a son. Duh!" said Marshal, obviosly annoyed.

"Okay..." Kazzy paused to get the message. "So, are you gonna cook something for us?" and he made the pretty-face-with-sugarlumps-on-top face.

"Uhm...yeah."

"OKAAAAAY!" shouted Kazzy with joy as the crowd applauded. "So, Marshie, what are going to cook for us?"

"Well... I was thinking to make you Honey Snowmen." said Marshie... I mean Marshal.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy!" Kazzy was doing his happy dance and the crowd cheered.

"But I'm gonna need a counter and a stove." said Marshal in a buisnesslike fashion.

"No problemo, hombre!" said Kazzy as two JACK elves transformed into a stove and a counter respectively. After they were done, Marshal donned a chef's hat and Lordi started playing characteristic food show music.(AN: Lordi are still there and countryrockafied)

"Okay, today I will show you how to make... Honey Snowmen." said Marshal. "You will need:

1.Honey

2.Wheat Flour

3.Sugar

4.Candied Fruit

5.Milk

6.Chopsticks"

The crowd applauded.

"First, you take the flour and mix it with the honey. Use your hands to shape the concoction into dough." more applause from the crowd. "When you have created a solid mixture, form the dough into small round balls." said Marshal as he did everything he said by now.

"Next, you put the balls into the oven and let them bake until they become hard and brown." said Marshal as he did that and the crowd applauded. "Now take a separate bowl and fill it with milk. Put the sugar in and mix until you get an even concoction. Then get the balls out of the oven and pour the milk over them. Careful not to lose too much milk." he did all that and the crowd applauded.

"Now than, stack the whitened balls in snowmen of three balls. Use candied fruits to make hats and noses for the snowmen. Stabilise with chopsticks, and voila, Honey Snowman." the crowd applauded at the little snowmen that Marshal had created.

"Super totaly too AWSOME!" shouted Kazzy. "Can I try one of those?" he asked.

"Uhm...Duh!" said Marshal.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAY! Merry Christmas peoples! Snowman!" shouted Kazzy as he devoured the snowman.

After that, he started looking a little red in the face and started speaking very fast.

"Hola, senorita. Mi corazon es muito neuroso para ti. Para siempre ponsere niade pera qui. Se Gringo se la mujeras. Solo ke Cornjolio viva Mexico. No hablo Espanol..." after which nobody could understand him. (AN: Okay, I don't speak Spanish, shoot me.)

Kazzy had a very crazy look in his eyes. He drew out dual six shooters out of his pockets.

"Okay. Which one of you Gringos wants to Tango with me?" he asked with a Mexican accent. He eyed Marshal and immediately got softer. He started singing:

Amigos para siempre, you will always be my friend

Our relationship is no longer romance

Frinds for life amigo now that you are here

Amigos para siempre

Amigos para sieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeempreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Marshal managed to get away via the fire escape before Kazzy hugged him. Meanwhile, Kazzy was busy flirting with the crowd, trying to get people to Tango with him.

"That's enough, hombre." said Mr. Lordi with a Texan accent. "We're gonna have a lil' ol' showdown now, just like in the ol' days."

"I accept your chalenge, pendejo." said Kazzy in a Mexican accent. After that, they took their positions and Lordi started playing the "showdown music" of the ol' west.

Kazzy had his six shooters and Mr. Lordi had his ax-turned-shotgun. They sweated a little and finaly drew. Mr.Lordi hit thin air and Kazzy hit his shotgun, causing him to drop it.

"Victory!" shouted Kazzy. "Never forget the Alamo, huh pendejo?"

The JACK elves were running around. One said:

"The boss has gone Espanol again!"

"Somebody get a frying pan!"

The JACK elves hit Kazzy with a frying pan, restoring him to his former self. He managed to get up.

"Uhm... We'll be back after these messages."

Meanwhile, the FBI looking guys took Jin to an interogation room where they were questioning him about the ilegal flying and the weed.

"I told you, the weed is not mine!" shouted Jin.

"Of course it's not." said the top FBI looking guy.

AN: Merry Christmas one and all.

The recipe is not to be tested at home! Do not, I repeat, not, try this at home!

I don't know Spanish.

Happy Christmas