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]

[SOBBING.]

Miiiiiiiiiike. If we ever get this assignment completed, I swear I'll make up to you. [O-o-o-o-o-h Christmas. There's warm breath on his neck. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!] That place! The one with the pretty elf maids and the good hot chocolate... and oh, Mike? Mike? [Trying to look while being trapped under a paw...

OH GOOD SAINT NICK!]

MIKE! He's DEAD! She's killed him!

[Dead as in fainted dead away. Law shakes his head from where he's gone and cleaned out a cupboard. He can see the signs of life as Itachi gets there to pry them away.]

No, he's not.

[yourhatred]

Your friend is very much alive. He's simply fainted.

Please be certain to keep him from vomiting on anything important.

[Into the cubboard you go.]

[deathsdoctor]

[And shut immediately after the elves are deposited, the handles tied together with twine.]

We'll feed you later.





Thank the seas that's taken care of.

[yourhatred]

Do you believe we can actually keep them contained in the cupboard?

[deathsdoctor]

... not forever. [Sigh. Groan.] ... they'll probably get shifted out if this experiment follows the usual form.

[yourhatred]

Well of course.

I meant until then.

[deathsdoctor]

Hmm. I think the door'll hold. [Considering.] Don't think they'll be able to get through the walls either.

[yourhatred]

Then it will do for now.

[deathsdoctor]

... wanna get some tea? I think we can both use a cup.

[yourhatred]

I would not be opposed to this.

[deathsdoctor]

[Getting up.] I'll put the kettle on then.