So as I am trying to figure out how to clean this place, and I have H wailing that nobody appreciates all of her hard work and kindness while T barks in little bleeps that he hates his life and I am like really guys, I think maybe you are just tired? Maybe it doesn't have to be about the world ending and lava burning all of our faces off? And the wailing gets louder and starts to be accompanied by the flouncing and the barks get sharper in reprimand and then all of a sudden everything comes to a halt because someone has appeared at the door:
'Tis Eleanor! Stark raving naked as a jaybird with a red, glittery, Christmas pageant dress stuck to her head like an Indian being called to warfare. The room goes silent as all heads turn to the naked Pygmy.
She has a glitter stick that she is tapping along her thigh.
Guys, guys guys: Santa likes babies.
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