018 [Video]

[deathsdoctor]

[Law’s journal clicks on, thanks to the meddling of two annoying houseguests, far, far away from the man (who is manfully restraining some violent urges towards his visitors.), and records the following conversation.]

*Hic* - Hey! Hey, Jack! You gotta try this orange soda. It’s got some kick.

Santa’s going to be mad at you. No drinking on the job! … uh, where did you find that stuff, anyway?

[Inquiring elves want to know, okay?]

Friiiiiiiiidge.

… yeah. Just... don't touch anything in there anymore. Now where did those two goo--- oh? Did you hear that? Mike? [The faint sound of high pitched mewing.] Chris Christmas! MIKE! Get back here. We’re on a mission!

KITTENS!

That’s very nice, Mike. Now leave them alone before the mama… oh dear… mommy cats--- MIKE, JUST RUN!

… a~aah… *hic*?

….

AAAAH!

Good kitties! NICE KITTI---AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

... every year. Hang on Mike, I'm coming!



[Footsteps sound and the journal is picked up, revealing a green clad elf brandishing a candy cane wildly and danging in air by the collar from a gray cat's mouth, while a red clad elf is sobbing hysterically under the paw of a black cat surrounded by her three kittens, just a day old.

Law sighs loudly. Cranky pirate captain doctor is cranky:]

Troublesome. What have you gotten into now? We were trying to sleep.

H-hey, you! Get us out of here! We'll put in a good word with Santa for you and your boyfriend! [DON'T LET THEM EAT US!] ... p-please? We won't even tell him about that naughty book you have. Come on...

... and if all I want is for you two to leave and never come back?

... uh... but... Santa... ugh, you're in so much trouble, Mike... ..n..noo... If you don't do this, you'll end on the naughty list! Santa's watching!

... hn. [Yeah... that's really helping your case, fellas.] Fine.

[The journal cuts off.]

Comments

[deathsdoctor]

[They're probably so deep on this 'Naughty' list of theirs, there's no getting out. Oh well.]

They're squeaky too. Music to their ears. [Trying to coax Amaya closer once more. The cat prances out of range. Mine. Mineeee. With her elf squeaking in fear.]

The only bad thing is I'm out of carpet cleaner.

[fierybluebird]

Want me to go pick some up? I gotta look for a few last minute presents anyway, eh?

[Marco's card is just weird. His elf figured out that Marco would follow all the good suggestions... only so long as they weren't suggested as anything more than a reminder as if he was already going to do them. :| Which, to be fair, Marco was. His naughty list is keeping a pretty high tally with the good though.]

[deathsdoctor]

Sure. That'll be a great help.

[fierybluebird]

No problem matey. Although hopefully the elf won't get eaten yet, eh? Much as I enjoy a good elf snuff film as much as the next person, you never know, they might actually bring a present you want from home.

[deathsdoctor]

[Law laughs] Mister Marco, I'm not going to let the elves get eaten. That would be a horrible thing all around.

[fierybluebird]

Because you don't know if cats can digest elves?

[deathsdoctor]

Part of the reason... I gotta admit...

[fierybluebird]

[Grins evilly.] Thought so.

It's just as well, I'm sure taking care of sick cats would put a damper on romance even more than ghosts, eh?

[deathsdoctor]

Kinda hard to cuddle when your girls are miserable, yes. Ghosts you can ultimately kick out with Haki.

[At least... Halloween event ghosts are kickable. No word on the real deal.]