*a flash and a bang emits from the ceiling and suddenly... You hear screaming. A figure covered in snow falls from the sky like a white angel of fear holding a remote in one hand and a sword in the other. I land face first on the floor...* ooooow... *i slowly get up and pick up the remote and put it away* Freakin snowmen... [i]why do you always push that thing? Sure it works but someday it WILL get us killed![/i] Eh, I’ll work on it later! *looks around* Oh! Fighting. *sits down on a bench* I guess I’ll rest for now. Do we still have that slice of baloney? [i]yes. I wouldn’t eat it though, that thing should be weeks old[/i] Nonsense! *pulls out an old slice of baloney from trench coat pocket*