Mr. Scrooge, can I put a holiday cricket in your vagina?

Do you think I'm going to... Mr. Scrooge? Do you think I'm going to give you some sort of credit now after what just happened? Mr. Scrooge, it'd be alright if I put a cricket in your Christmas vagina. This is just sad now, because now what you're trying to do is make up for your fucking... It's Christmas... But it's Christmas Eve, Mr. Scroo. You have one job, you stupid animal.

You hit record when we start i fucked up i fucked it up but you know what mr

scrooge can i get another piece of coal it's christmas eve could i put a could i put a cricket

in your in your way in the warmth of your vagina what i'm asking for what i what I'm saying to you. Here's the deal. As a, right, as a what, one cuddler to another. Yeah. I'm saying, forgive me. Go fuck yourself. As, I agree with the coal. I agree with the coal because I would like to shove it up your ass and set it on fire. First off, hot fire. Hey, hostility pants. Listen to me. First off, yes, we recorded a whole segment with this on pause.

I get it.

God damn it.

You just saying it makes me want to punch you.

But in that segment, you told a pretty good story at a lackluster pace.

I gave you a gift.

Like, you should fucking still...

Now we can't open the gift live live.

You're such an idiot.

You're listening to Walking the Room.

Ha ha ha! Coming up later on later on in the show,

Christmas songs written by Pat and Oswald.

The five winners of the contest.

You guys all did awesome.

It was very funny.

I can't believe how many people wrote plugs for our show.

A lot. A lot.

A lot of hostility, a lot of, a lot of the wrong words were used.

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