‘You could be a french bread with pasta.’
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Happyville.
A nightmare of frivolity out of a five year-old’s dream. Overbright light, the worst music imaginable, and a certain guy in a red suit being dragged around by his maniac reindeer-drawn sleigh.
An obese snowman who is trying to be kill by pixelated characters throwing snowballs. It just makes it bigger, my dear Nexon. And it sucks when you miss with anything but normal attack.