"It's A Reasonably Bearable Existence..."

"It's a Reasonably Bareable Existence..." Part II...

"It's a Reasonably Bearable Existence..."

Summary: The Powers That Be have had it with Sheldon...And have decided he needs a little Xmas...

Disclaimer: It's all Chuck's...But nothing for Joss Whedon on this one.

(Just a note...To learn more about Amy's rather bipolar, beautiful, and somewhat tragic sister and her Sheldon Cooper obsession, you'll want to read "Gran Mag")

Part II...

("Say what's that?" Penelope peered at the sofa... "The odd picture frame with the...MY LORD!" she lept back as the image on the laptop screen moved...)

On the edge of the sofa, looking dismally at Sheldon on the screen facing his way, yet ignored for the delights of backing up his operating system, Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler. In the rather interesting costume of Santa hat, red suit with white trim...

("So that's what these 'computer' things are..." Penelope nodded. "Very nice, reminds me of a story Claire read to me by Mr. Wells... And that is my client? She's rather...Is that some sort of Turkish harem costume?"

"It's a Santa Claus suit...And the song young Sheldon silenced that she's been trying to sing to him is called 'Santa Baby'."

"Really?"

"Yeah..."

No need to tell Joseph I know the song...Did it for Claire under that nice Mary Martin's instruction last Xmas...

"And she did it for him? And he turned his device to silence?"

"Yeah..."

"This case is starting to sound rather tougher than Mr. Bailey's...How can one reach a man like that?"

"That's part of the reason it went to you, you being an ancestor of someone he knows. As for the reaching, it's your job to figure it out. But that means 'reach him', not knock him on his keyster..."

"I didn't mean to hurt those other...But they were absolute jerks as they say now. I couldn't stand by and just let them behave so badly to their women...and menfolk. Back in me dad's inn, I never tolerated such men..."

"Well, you're not Heaven's bouncer, girl..."

"I do swear I'll keep me temper, Joseph. Sides, this one looks as if he'd break if I were to whale him...")

"A merry Christmas, roomie!..." cried a cheerful voice, the voice of Sheldon's friend and roommate, Leonard who came upon him so quickly that this was the first intimation he had of his approach.

"Bwhuh!" Sheldon, starting. "Humbug!" on recovering...

He had so heated himself with rapid walking in the mild weather outside, this rather unathletic but good-natured friend of Sheldon's, that he was all in a glow, his face was ruddy and not unhandsome in a Hobbity sort of way, his eyes sparkled, his pantings subsided...

"Christmas a humbug, Sheldon?!" said Leonard. "You don't mean that, I'm sure."

"Of course I do, Leonard...Do I ever indulge in making nonfactual comments for the heck of it, besides the time Amy and I did our meme experiments, which hardly counts as 'for the heck of it'...?" said Sheldon. "Merry Christmas?! What right have you to be merry? What reason have you to be merry? In short, by review of the available data, Logic dictates for you, an unMerry Christmas..."

"Fa la la la la, c'mon then..." returned the roommate gaily... "What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be morose? I put it to you..."

Sheldon having no better answer ready on the spur of the moment, said "Bwhuh!" again, and followed it up with "Humbug."

"Don't be like that Sheldon..." Leonard sighed.