Chapter 2: Off We Go...

About one and half hours passed and Mick and James grew bored of arguing what was better, Honey Mustard or Ketchup. Now, Mick was a die hard honey mustard fan, and although James liked ketchup, though not as much as Mick, he couldn't decide which he liked better. 

"James stop thinking about a world where we're arguing over Honey Mustard and Ketchup and which is better. Both are trash condiments for trash people, and that's that." 

I pouted because apparently Mick had figured out my honey mustard thinking face and threw me a dirty look whenever I think abt it. "What's wrong with trash, huh, are you mocking garbage men's jobs, not cool dude." 

"What, you... what? Never mind. Back to our actual argument, Peasterson is a much better Makeswitch University dining hall than Local Village." 

"I thought you liked LV more." 

"I did, but I retain my right to change that without a moment's notice." 

"Eh, we're never going to settle this. How about both places have the potential to be equally mediocre, and at times pretty good." 

"Mediocre might be strong, they're not the best, but they do have their days." 

"Ehh, we're never going to settle this." 

"ya." 

"we're here said Santa." 

"But I thought you said we had an hour left," said James. 

"We did, but hearing you argue about the most pointless things to no avail for hours on end to the point of me wanting to bang my head against the wall gave me just the amount of motivation I needed to test the boundaries of my reindeers. Isn't that right Rudolph, hohohohoho." 

"Aren't you the one who came to us for help?" exclaimed Mick. 

"Actually, just James. Sooo," said Santa. 

"Hey, put a sock in it Santa." James retorted. "Who got themselves in a tiff with the Easter Bunny. A BUNNY. Now don't get snippy with us because there is so much I held back on when you said that that is almost boiling out of me know because I am at my last straw with you!!!!" 

Santa shrunk back. "So, ya, hot chocolate in the kitchen, see ya in 5. Really appreciate you guys." Santa turned around and walked away towards his workshop, and when he thought they couldn't see him anymore started running sobbing. 

"uhhh, I should probably apologies to him. I think the being at high altitudes going mach 8 for 2 hours is making me woozy. James ran after him and eventually disappeared over a snow hill. 

Mick looked around, "wow, I can't believe I'm in Santa's Village. Thought's it be nicer. And more full of elves. But it looks deserted. Now that I mention it, it seems like there's a lot of stuff scatter all over the ground." He walked over and bent down to pick up one of the items closer to him. When he picked it up his eye went wide and he dropped it and sprinted after the other two. As he disappeared over the hill, and for suspense purposes me, the narrator is talking instead of saying what it is, we back up and see that it is a nutcracker, except the thing that is cracked is him. In half that is. I am saying it looks like it was maliciously destroyed. Head cracked open, leg missing, bent arm, the whole shebang. But who did this, yes indeed, who. Well, don't ask me, I haven't decided yet. Kinda making this up as I go. I am like that sometimes, it can be good. But for stories like this, ya really should've have decided who the big bad villain is by now. Is it the Easter Bunny, I thought it was for a sec but nah. Too obvious, who else could it be. The Tooth Fairy. Nope, not in this story, but interesting idea, maybe next time. Who. Could. It. Be. 

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