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[closetshark]

As entertaining as this all is, I'm more of a skee-ball sort. Though I will admit that the rats are a rather lovely touch, so kudos on that bit to whoever thought this one up.

Normally I wouldn't bother with you twits but as my usual methods of leaving places haven't worked I'm forced to actually ask how to do so. The faster I get out the faster I can finish a project I was working on.

I've got some yeti to inform about the cancellation of Christmas and really can't dally about.

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[darkhourdear]

Why would you want to get rid of Christmas? [apparently as the resident representation of Death himself, Phillip can't understand the reasoning behind something that dark.]

[closetshark]

Because "Santa" is a lying murderer who doesn't know anything about the world and doesn't deserve to be worshipped by you ninnies.

[darkhourdear]

[..........there is so much in that sentence that makes no sense.]

Your world sounds really weird. [that's something he tries not to say but seriously wth]

[closetshark]

It's only slightly sideways of the mortal world, they're the weirdos.

[darkhourdear]

Hey. [he is a part of that mortal world, thank you.] What happened?

[closetshark]

What do you mean what happened?

[darkhourdear]

You said Santa was a lying murderer. [there is a story in there and he wants to hear it.]

[closetshark]

He was a mercenary and a thief before he stopped being mortal. The lying and killing are kind of an integral part of that.

[darkhourdear]

[oh. somehow that seems less bad.] How did he stop being mortal?

[closetshark]

No idea. We don't exactly exchange life stories or write letters.

He tends to try to kill me actually.

[darkhourdear]

Oh. [hm. yeah that makes sense.]

So who are you?

[closetshark]

I'm the Bogeyman.

[YEP.]

[darkhourdear]

Oh. [well then. yes. he can see why fighting might happen.] Well... it's nice to meet you?

[phillip no.]

[closetshark]

I somehow doubt that but I don't really care if it is or isn't.

[darkhourdear]

What do you care about?

[this conversation is already going weird places.]

[closetshark]

Plenty of things, none of which involve humans or their approval.

[darkhourdear]

Like what?

[closetshark]

Like not being asked a thousand questions.

Don't you have a blanket to hide under or something?

[darkhourdear]

Why would I hide under a blanket? [you're strange.]

[closetshark]

Were you dropped on your head recently or are you really this naive?

[darkhourdear]

Neither? [you aren't very good at explaining things, either.]

[closetshark]

Let me spell this out for you then:

You're an idiot. Furthermore you need to learn when people don't want to play "answer every question about themselves because you think they will" with you.

[darkhourdear]

[this is not the first time phillip has been called an idiot. his best friend routinely refers to him as one. you are not done with him yet.]

Well, we're kind of stuck here until further notice, so I think it's nice to get to know each other!

And you do keep answering me. [it might not be the answer to the question, but it's still an answer.]

[closetshark]

Let's see... what's the most important thing about me then.

I eat children that bother me too much.

[darkhourdear]

Just children? [phillip no he's telling you to shut up, not saying he had the demon virus.]