"I literally spit out my water." "WARNING: YOUR CHILD SEARCHED RESTRICTED TOPICS! Strairdrac the Netherwatcher searched for "Teaching crabs how to read" which is considered Forbidden Knowledge under your current parental control settings." "I want to know more about Strairdrac the Netherwatcher and their long term goals." "We only know that he is after forbidden knowledge. Only God knows what he could do with such power!" "There is no God. There is The Dreamer, who slumbers deep beneath the waves. And those who look down with hateful scorn from amongst the swirling stars!" "Nyarlathotep? Is that you?"
“Eggnog! Eggnog!”
“Fruitcake! Fruitcake!”
“Eggnog!”
“Fruitcake! Fruitcake!”
“Eggnog! Eggnoooooog!”
*Mug of Eggnog topples mini Christmas tree on top of the Fruitcake*
Marley was dead, to begin with.
There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to.
Old Marley was as dead as a doornail.
Mind! I don't mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a doornail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country's done for.
You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was dead as a doornail.
