Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. You were up on the couch watching some Tv, when suddenly Kronic appears before you dressed in his usual red and white atrire with a bag slung over his shoulders. He smiles at you cheerfully, but his smile doesn't reach his face all the way. With a deep and friendly voice he says And why are you up young one?
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