After being passed a mouse droid, the Captain crushes it in anger and throws it at a random passerby fleeing the scene. Frustrated, she is about to turn and throw Commander Butterfingers off the tree that they are hiding in when one of the pots of gold makes direct contact...
"Major, begin ground assault!"
*A large number of leprechauns charge over the rainbow onto the scene, armed with water pistols loaded with fizzy lemonade*
"My eyes!" "My circuits!" "Run for your life!"
Droids and Imperial Officers alike were frantically making quick there escape. Above them, Leprechauns riding unicorns rained down pieces of paper that left many wailing in pain with paper cuts...
***
In the midst of this chaos, a figure clad in an orange and white cloak walked between the two factions. All became still, nothing but the cry of reindeer and a few sniffles from injured droids could be heard.
From afar, the Captain called for Lenny and inspected the scene.
*The antlers eventually reach maximum extension, so the reindeer starts running after them*
*The fleeing sheep notice they will hit the wall if they keep running in the same direction*
*They change direction and begin following the walls*
*The antlers fold outwards and spear the wall on either side of the sheep*
*The good news is that the impact rattles the robot's circuits and knocks it offline; the bad news is that the sheep are trapped by sharp steel antlers*
*A large number of leprechauns charge over the rainbow onto the scene, armed with water pistols loaded with fizzy lemonade*
"My eyes!" "My circuits!" "Run for your life!"
Droids and Imperial Officers alike were frantically making quick there escape. Above them, Leprechauns riding unicorns rained down pieces of paper that left many wailing in pain with paper cuts...
***
In the midst of this chaos, a figure clad in an orange and white cloak walked between the two factions. All became still, nothing but the cry of reindeer and a few sniffles from injured droids could be heard.
From afar, the Captain called for Lenny and inspected the scene.
"Who is that?"
*The leprechaun-in-chief observes the cloaked figure through his telescope*
*They change direction and begin following the walls*
*The antlers fold outwards and spear the wall on either side of the sheep*
*The good news is that the impact rattles the robot's circuits and knocks it offline; the bad news is that the sheep are trapped by sharp steel antlers*
Droids and Imperial Officers alike were frantically making quick there escape. Above them, Leprechauns riding unicorns rained down pieces of paper that left many wailing in pain with paper cuts...
***
In the midst of this chaos, a figure clad in an orange and white cloak walked between the two factions. All became still, nothing but the cry of reindeer and a few sniffles from injured droids could be heard.
From afar, the Captain called for Lenny and inspected the scene.
"Who is that?"
*The leprechaun-in-chief observes the cloaked figure through his telescope*
Now having the attention of both factions, the figure pauses and remains standing still. A second figure appears out of the midst next to him. Making his way in front, this figure cloaked in purple and green begins to speak directly to the Captain.
"Have you've forgotten...of the unique and logic-defying amalgam of winter and summer? Or do you fear its power...the power of S'winter..."
Shocked, the Captain reels back and falls out of the tree, crashing into a pile of rotten garbage. Her lackey, Butterfingers, yells out in awe.
"He's invoked the Rule of S'winter!"
Murmurs could be heard throughout the Captain's camp.
"The Rule of S'winter?"
"How? That has not be called upon in some time!"
"And it won't ever bear its teeth again!"
The commenter in question was none other than the Captain. Arising from the pile covered in rotten banana peels, squished tomatoes, and spoiled milk, she waves off the impact of the stranger's words.
"It is nothing but a fairytale, an excuse for those too impatient for December and plus...this is a Christmas Party...not a winter one! Thus your olden ways are null and void!"
Butterfingers cautiously approaches the two figures. "If this is true, then why invoke such a rather outdated notion?"
The one cloaked in orange and white removes his hood and triumphantly responds. "Because, if the law of Christmas in July expires, then the law of S'winter still stands. And if the Captain should agree to hide behind technicalities, then let it be known that Christmas falls under the category of both a winter and summer holiday...it all depends on your region."
All of the Captain's troops, including M.O.C., look at their leader in horror. Having been outwitted by this triangle shape headed menace, the Captain draws out her electro staff and in anger throws herself at him.
Stepping aside into a defensive position, the second figure comes to the aid of his friend and blocks her attack with his own wooden staff. Looking into the eyes of the Captain, he utters a single sentence:
"Some people...call...it...Wummer."
It was the last words the Captain ever heard before blasting off again into the starry skies above...
*The leprechaun-in-chief observes the cloaked figure through his telescope*
Now having the attention of both factions, the figure pauses and remains standing still. A second figure appears out of the midst next to him. Making his way in front, this figure cloaked in purple and green begins to speak directly to the Captain.
"Have you've forgotten...of the unique and logic-defying amalgam of winter and summer? Or do you fear its power...the power of S'winter..."
Shocked, the Captain reels back and falls out of the tree, crashing into a pile of rotten garbage. Her lackey, Butterfingers, yells out in awe.
"He's invoked the Rule of S'winter!"
Murmurs could be heard throughout the Captain's camp.
"The Rule of S'winter?"
"How? That has not be called upon in some time!"
"And it won't ever bear its teeth again!"
The commenter in question was none other than the Captain. Arising from the pile covered in rotten banana peels, squished tomatoes, and spoiled milk, she waves off the impact of the stranger's words.
"It is nothing but a fairytale, an excuse for those too impatient for December and plus...this is a Christmas Party...not a winter one! Thus your olden ways are null and void!"
Butterfingers cautiously approaches the two figures. "If this is true, then why invoke such a rather outdated notion?"
The one cloaked in orange and white removes his hood and triumphantly responds. "Because, if the law of Christmas in July expires, then the law of S'winter still stands. And if the Captain should agree to hide behind technicalities, then let it be known that Christmas falls under the category of both a winter and summer holiday...it all depends on your region."
All of the Captain's troops, including M.O.C., look at their leader in horror. Having been outwitted by this triangle shape headed menace, the Captain draws out her electro staff and in anger throws herself at him.
Stepping aside into a defensive position, the second figure comes to the aid of his friend and blocks her attack with his own wooden staff. Looking into the eyes of the Captain, he utters a single sentence:
"Some people...call...it...Wummer."
It was the last words the Captain ever heard before blasting off again into the starry skies above...
The three parties then stare at each other over the overly complicated conflict resolution...
Now having the attention of both factions, the figure pauses and remains standing still. A second figure appears out of the midst next to him. Making his way in front, this figure cloaked in purple and green begins to speak directly to the Captain.
"Have you've forgotten...of the unique and logic-defying amalgam of winter and summer? Or do you fear its power...the power of S'winter..."
Shocked, the Captain reels back and falls out of the tree, crashing into a pile of rotten garbage. Her lackey, Butterfingers, yells out in awe.
"He's invoked the Rule of S'winter!"
Murmurs could be heard throughout the Captain's camp.
"The Rule of S'winter?"
"How? That has not be called upon in some time!"
"And it won't ever bear its teeth again!"
The commenter in question was none other than the Captain. Arising from the pile covered in rotten banana peels, squished tomatoes, and spoiled milk, she waves off the impact of the stranger's words.
"It is nothing but a fairytale, an excuse for those too impatient for December and plus...this is a Christmas Party...not a winter one! Thus your olden ways are null and void!"
Butterfingers cautiously approaches the two figures. "If this is true, then why invoke such a rather outdated notion?"
The one cloaked in orange and white removes his hood and triumphantly responds. "Because, if the law of Christmas in July expires, then the law of S'winter still stands. And if the Captain should agree to hide behind technicalities, then let it be known that Christmas falls under the category of both a winter and summer holiday...it all depends on your region."
All of the Captain's troops, including M.O.C., look at their leader in horror. Having been outwitted by this triangle shape headed menace, the Captain draws out her electro staff and in anger throws herself at him.
Stepping aside into a defensive position, the second figure comes to the aid of his friend and blocks her attack with his own wooden staff. Looking into the eyes of the Captain, he utters a single sentence:
"Some people...call...it...Wummer."
It was the last words the Captain ever heard before blasting off again into the starry skies above...
The three parties then stare at each other over the overly complicated conflict resolution...
*the sheep are glad this mess is over, but then ask each other what they should be doing now*
*The antlers fold outwards and spear the wall on either side of the sheep*
*The good news is that the impact rattles the robot's circuits and knocks it offline; the bad news is that the sheep are trapped by sharp steel antlers*
*They much prefer this predicament to the last*
*A passing leprechaun hands them refeshments through a gap in the antlers*
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