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"Please pardon my brother. He's that brash, bearded fellow over there swearing death to deliciousness. He gets a few pints of liquor in him and he sees "Stone Summit invaders" everywhere...last year he burned down three bakeries in four hours. Once Garro gets going, he'll keep it up all day, and probably most of the night, especially since I can't help but cheer him on. I have to hand it to him, it sure is an entertaining holiday tradition. For me, anyway. I doubt he'll remember much of this tomorrow."
"Living cookies! Quick, Garro, find a really big glass of milk, or we're all doomed!"
"Good gracious, Garr! I think I see more evil snowmen coming this way. Get 'em!"
