"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, but if the white runs out, I'll drink the red." – Unknown
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"Boo!"
"Ahh! Oh, for God's sake–"
"I just thought we'd turn back time, to the good old days!"
"Well, please don't. So, how was your dinner?"
"Marvellously scrumptious, if I do say so myself."
"How posh of thee."
"Thy criticism is not welcometh."
"Wherefore art we speaking liketh this?"
"Wherefore not?"
"Well enow then, what doth thee liketh to doth in thy spareth timeth?"
"What is this, an int'rview?"
"Just humour me. Playeth nice with a mozzarella sticketh."
"Answ'ring questions is not mine own idea of excit'ment."
"You're stuck in an elderly couple's cabin with your sister. You can't go outside because of the Abominable Snowstorm. Come on, just play along."
"What happened to Shakespearian?"
"Did you really think I was going to type three whole sentences into my English to Shakespearian translator?"
"You're using a translator?!"
"You aren't?"
"No, because I actually studied Shakespeare in English class!"
"So did I! It just... didn't stick in my mind."
"You were the one who was nagging me about English skills!"
"Modern English, not the Romeo and Juliet stuff! Besides–"
"Oh yeah, photography."
"You're– wait, what?"
"You asked what my hobbies were, right? Photography's one of them. Why do you think I brought a DSLR camera to the lodge?"
"..."
"..."
"Photograph me like one of your French girls, Chipmunk."
"You're never going to let this go, are you?"
"You plant'd the idea in mine own headeth, so thee didst this to thyself."
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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...
