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I shall sprinkle incense upon the poor of Christmastown, in celebration of these tidings. Indeed, we have changed the path of the future and erased our Doom.
Tiny Tim McCaber, it is unfortunate that you who were once so full of cheer became weary. Ignorance and Want do indeed lead you humans astray...
But Frosty the Snowman! You, who has a heart of snow, chose to betray us all, along with Santa Claus. It's too late for Legate Claus, but I suggest we try to rekindle the joy of Christmas within poor Inzil the Snowman. Let us sing carols to him for every hour of every day.
Do we really need to lynch him? No, no! Christmas cheer will be enough. Re-education. It worked for Scrooge. I'll gather my ghostly siblings and we shall apply our skills of persuasion. Between scaring him and jolly meals, it will surely work. Tiny Tim McCaber, you should come along too.
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