FINLAND: (from outside SWEDEN's door, knocks) Hello, Mr. Sweden? (clears his throat) "Do you want to bulid a snowman-"
(Suddenly, the door is broken down down, pieces of charred wood flying in different directions. FINLAND falls to the floor, scooting away from the doorway in fear. SWEDEN walks in the doorway, an excited expression on his face)
SWEDEN: HELL YEAH!!! This is why we were married!! You are the best, wifey!
FINLAND: (bordering on the line between happy and scared) Yeah...!
