Merry Christmas! Kent and Geoffrey wish you a very happy Christmas! Anjali would too, but she's a bit preoccupied. >.> So, as a gift from the Click crew to our wonderful readers, here is a little Christmas special. Enjoy!
Geoffrey was not one for giving gifts.
Kent, however, was.
“Kent? The heck is this??” Geoffrey gesticulated at a rather large, obnoxious box wrapped in lurid pink with reindeer in briefs dancing around on it.
“IT’S YOUR PRESENT! MERRY CHRISTMAS JEFF-JEFF!” Kent said. He was dressed in red and green robes, which hung off his lanky frame with a surprisingly regal air. The furry little antler headband that he wore added to the Christmas-y effect, as did the annoying little jingle bells that hung around Kent’s neck.
Geoffrey stared at Kent.
“What? Don’t tell me you never celebrated Christmas before!”
“Not really...”
“God! What kind of under-priveleged child-hood did you have? Man, what were you, locked in the basement eating rats?!”
“Very funny. Can I open this?”
Geoffrey shook the box. Kent screamed.
“NO! DON’T DO THAT! IT’S FRAGILE!”
Geoffrey promptly dropped the box, startled. “ All right, geez. Oh, beetle butts. I should’ve bought you something. I didn’t get you anything.”
“Don’t really care, knew you wouldn’t. Just open it!”
Geoffrey shrugged, and started to open the box.
It was a cat.
A cat.
Geoffrey shot daggers at Kent. “You know I don’t like cats.”
“EXACTLY! THIS IS WHY THIS IS SO FUNNY! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHA! Isn’t he a darling? His name is Bartholomew. Get it? GET IT?? Say hi to daddy, Bartholomew!”
Bartholomew meowed. Geoffrey rolled his eyes. Kent squealed.
It was a very merry Christmas indeed.