Charlie: It's almost Christmastime! You know what that means?
Alastor: Celebrating sweet, sweet capitalism and stabbing people in their jugular for getting the last toy their brat wanted under the guise of a joyful holiday?
Husk: The sweet release of death?
Angel Dust: The fact that I'm only gettin coal from Val?
Niffty: Another year proving Santa and wonder doesn't exist?
Vaggie: Everyone trying to kill each other at the dinner table?
Charlie: ...
Charlie: I was going to say "new sweaters", but you know what? I think some therapy is in order
