Just leave. Shut up. I can't think with all that racket. My fluff hurts to circumvent your large bladder of ignorance. I don't have a nice bone.. I just have fluff. Piss off and let this bear think.
Chilling out under the Christmas tree, Christmas Bear was glad the powers that be had made lights able to twinkle. The pretty colors flickered through his empty fluff as he recovered from too much egg nog.
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