"Winter is coming." - George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
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"Hey, does the Help-Me-I-Don't-Know-How-To-Ski starter pack include an annoying Mozzarella stick? Would I be able to order the former without the latter?"
"There's no getting rid of me, muahaha! I am immortal!"
"Has anyone actually tried?"
"Chipmunk, don't you freaking dare."
"I think I saw a blowtorch lying around here somewhere..."
"I am going to kick you in your stupid chipmunk balls."
"Or I could shove you in the way of an avalanche..."
"I could sabotage your skiing lessons!"
"What, you're going to personally give me skiing lessons?"
"Heck no! I'm more involved with the flirting side of things."
"Then who's going to teach me?"
"Not to worry, I'm sending my friend to your cabin right now with the equipment and the coaching. Don't stare at her ass or I will find you and castrate you."
"How do you know where my cabin is?"
"I'm a receptionist, remember? My job is to deal with information I don't understand."
"Okay, I hear a knock on the door. It's either the Abominable Snowman or your friend."
"Same diff, really."
"..."
"Chipmunk, you still there? Did you die? Can I design your grave?"
"Wow, your friend is really hot."
"..."
"Uh, are you still there?"
"I have work to do. Bye."
"Wait, come back!"
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Snow Boots (#3)
Short Story"You've reached Westerden Ski Lodge, how may I be of assistance?" "Hey, can I rent some snow boots and skis? Maybe even a girlfriend, if you've got any in stock." "Awesome, do you want to order a life along with that? The gift wrapping's free of...
