Where are you taking me now?
Do you remember this place?
Remember it? It's Ye Olde Allentown Is Nice Headquarters! I was apprenticed here. ... Look! It's old Fezziwig! Bless his heart; it's Fezziwig alive again!
Yo ho, there! Atown-Liker! Dodger!
Yes, Mr. Fezziwig!
Look! It's me! It's me!
Quite a bit younger. And no tan!
And there's the Dodger. ... Before he was evil.
Yo ho, my boys! No more blogging tonight. Christmas Eve, Dodger. Christmas, Atown-Liker. Let's have the shutters up before a man can say Jack Robinson. And lock up those cats!
Yes, Mr. Fezziwig! ... Here, kitty!
Yes, sir!
Just two cats. Those were the days.
Hilli-ho! Clear away, my lads, and let's have lots of room here. Hilli-ho, Dodger! ... Cheer up, Player.
When shall we receive our wages, Mr. Fezziwig?
Some things never change, I suppose.
Oh! The fiddle player is here! It's the Fezziwig Blogger Ball!!!! Look there's Miss Emily -- what ever happened to her? And the Countess, dancing with Karl... and the Green Guy! Oh what fun we had. We were happy!
Someone else is here.
Marge.
Yes, Marge. I believe she was your friend.
Yeah, well that was before she tried to kill me and steal my house and my blog and destroy Allentown.
Everyone seemed so happy here at this party. ... You know, it is but a small matter to make these silly folks so full of gratitude. Just a few dollars of your mortal money: $50 for the keg. $100 for the food. Is that so much that Fezziwig deserves this praise?
It isn't that .... He had the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count them up: what then? The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune.
What is the matter?
Nothing in particular. ... I was just thinking of Cratchit. ... And I probably shouln'd have killed that talking mouse.
Probably not. ... Let us see another Christmas. ... See the cold-hearted blogger tearing fast friendships asunder.
December 24, 1814: Marge has been booted from the Allentown is Nice team for having a photo that was much bigger than mine. R. Dodger and Carl have been temporarily suspended. Posted by atown-liker
December 25, 1814: As Team Leader, I, Atown-Liker, hereby suspend forever The Player for his recent comments on this blog. Specifically for using foul language, for criticizing R. Dodger's being a complete sycophant and for calling my friend the Green Guy a bitch. I also will suspend myself for the rest of the day for using that word. R. Dodger is also banned permanently. Though he may be a perfect toady, he's very creepy and I don't like him hanging around headquarters. They join the evil Marge, who is also permanently banned from this blog and who probably spent her holiday in Hell, where she belongs. Also, Karl has been moved from the suspended list to the probationary list, in spite of that awful joke.... Posted by atown-liker
Please, Spirit. Not here.
Yes! You drove away your friends and turned Marge against you and against all of Allentown. ... Allentown was destroyed by Marge because of your ego!
Spirit! Remove me from this place.
These were shadows of the things that have been. That they are what they are, do not blame me!
Remove me! I cannot bear it! Leave me! Take me back to my armoire. Haunt me no longer!
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