“You didn’t let me finish. I was going to say cheery, family gatherings usually attended by cannibals. You’re never quite sure what it is you’re eating. Perhaps if there wasn’t always a thick layer of charcoal on everything it would be better.”

“I’m sorely tempted to let you keep the dunce cap. At least I would know it had gone to a good home. I wish to thank you fine, porky, well-fed gentlemen for your bit of bad cheer and it is nice to know there are people out there who are looking to bring misery to others by funding the villains of the world. Unfortunately, I am too busy funding my own misery factory to contribute. So all I have to say to you is good day.”

(Finally, the hour approached. Scrooge bellowed a countdown.)

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“Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Aha! Not a single splat of ectoplasm to be seen. There is only one thing I have to say, Marley, and it will be worth every penny! Bah! Hum–”