'' Sincere apologies for the late Christmas special, but I hope you Vuzi enthusiasts enjoy it :) ''
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"Why are you like this?"
The purple-haired worker questioned, deadpanning at the female disassembly drone with half-lidded eyes.
"Bhecauzf."
Replied V in a muffled tone.
"Stop chewing on the Christmas lights."
Uzi spoke in a stern tone, as she put her fists on her hips.
A short silence was shared between the two girls.
Until V just shook her head no, as Uzi groaned in frustration and facepalmed.
"Stop chewing on it or I'm bringing N in here and ask him to talk about dogs—"
Before Uzi could finish, V already stopped and spat out the cord of the Christmas light she was chewing on.
"OKAY OKAY! I'LL DO IT, I'LL STOP CHEWING ON THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS. JUST DON'T MAKE ME LISTEN TO N'S NON-STOP RAMBLING."
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"..."
"Why do you hate N so much..?"
"Why do you like N so much?"
"..."
"..."
"He's more tolerable than you."
"Wow, that's rich coming from you."
"BITE—... Y'know what.. nevermind, I'll just ignore that."
V just smirked amusedly at this.
That was a close one, Uzi. You almost gave the rabid animal an invitation, to dinner, and there's no food here.
"Hey guys, I'm back with the Christmas tree!"
Exclaimed N in a cheery tone, as he climbed down into the landing pod with..
A dead tree.
"N... that's.. a bald tree."
"That's such a smart thing to say for something whose motherboard runs using artificial intelligence."
"Shut up, V."
"Guys please stop fighting.."
He only ended up earning a glare from the two girls, poor N.
"I'll stop when Ms. short queen over here stops having an EMPTY NOGGIN!"
"SHUT UP YOU SLUT."
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"DID YOU JUST FUCKIN—"
"OH–KAY THAT'S ENOUGH SPOKEN PROFANITIES FOR TODAY!"
This would be one eventful Christmas.
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