"Hey Jeffery! Hows
work been lately?"
"I work in retail.. The sheer number of times I've given ear to 'All I Want For
Christmas Is You' is without a singular doubt unbearably painful, it assuredly gradually decays my shriveled up shell of a brain
bit by bit until it draw breath no more. Each moment it plays I suffer immensely, when
will my soul be set free alas? When will it end. When will it end. When will it end. This seldom a foolery. I beg for mercy, dear lord, extricate my being from this suffering. No longer can I undertake this unfeasible task."
"Oh.. uhm.. I got to go!"