scrooge was a cunt.
he had a shitty little clerk who sat in a small, sweatshop resembling office with a fire that couldn't even warm fire.
scrooge's clerk, crob batchit, was a small, fat, dyslexic man with a cripple for a son. his pay was so bad that most of the time he owed scrooge money- but for some reason he still worked there [ ;)) ]
oNcE uPoN a TiMe,it was xmas eve and scroggy himself was being a self absorbed worm. suddenly snob fatshit snuck his way through the fat stacks of dosh and kneeled in front of scrooge [ not yet;) ] which was unusual for him as he didn't believe in legs (see crippled son) but sure enough he faced scroge and began to play some of that sexy mozart shit katy jo doesnt like to study in music and gordon bennet did it give scrog an urge to throw his wood at fob bratchit, in the form of a table.
unfortunately croc batshit's measly height of 5'3" () meant the table went flying over his head into the neck of a charity man who was not very happy.
scrooge did not notice this severe lapse in his aim and was "fumin, im fockin rrrraging!"
this poor choice of language led to him getting smecked "you cheeky cunt" by the portly old gentleman who i am told, goes by the name "the rock" scrooge was out cold for a week.
