(There's snow and shizz everywhere. A cranky old British man walks into an office)
CABENEZER: bloody heyl its cold
(A guy who just keeps smiling waves at the old man)
CRATCHIT: hi uncle how are u so nice to see you its christmas merry hanukka
CRATCHIT: hey come on christmas is cool and nice and we clebrate the coming of christ and its' fun and golly gee whizz we have presents and the cold doesn't matter because we're all happy and we sing and eat like pigs but we don't get fat because it's christmas lololo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CABENEZER: shut yer yapper ya chinkey wanker u pasty prick u look like jar jar binks buggered a bottle of ginger ale strange fekin thing mystyfying that ur parents didnt give u out 4 adoption u bampot
CRATCHIT: hey thars not nice =[
CABENEZER: WELL BOO FUCKING HOO
CRATCHIT: hey uncle how abuot u go 2 dinr wif us??
CABENEZER: I'll dine alone, thank you (ya chinkey)
CRATCHIT: why i have a hot wife and her names kaley and shes hot and i love her its freaking true
(The bell rings and Cabenezer sighs because he's an angry old man)
CABENEZER: Oh bugger it, who is it now?
CRATCHIT: ill open uncel
(The two charity gentlemen are standing in the doorway, smiling endlessly)
DEBTLEMAN: hi :3
CAULKTLEMAN: hi :3
CABENEZER: Eh wot?
DEBTLEMAN: were the charity people and we want to be nice and give charity to people
CAULKTLEMAN: boom queen is right lets charity people
DEBTLEMAN: I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse.
CAULKTLEMAN: Is this Banish Marley's residence?
CABENEZER: Nah m8, he's been dead for seven years.
DEBTLEMAN: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
CABENEZER: eh wot
DEBTLEMAN: Show me the money!
CAULKTLEMAN: We work for a charity company, and we-
DEBTLEMAN: We'll always have Paris.
CAULKTLEMAN: Boom Queen, please stop with the references.
DEBTLEMAN: I'm mad as hell and I won't take this anymore!
CAULKTLEMAN: Go back to the carriage pls
DEBTLEMAN: I'll be back.
(Deb leaves towards the carriage with a Terminator face)
DEBTLEMAN: (to the carriage man) Open the pod bay doors please, HAL.
CAULKTLEMAN: Alright, sir, we-
(Cabenezer closes the door)
CAULKTLEMAN: feck D: