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Onsen (flailing inside the snowball):
"GUYS, THIS IS NOT HOW I WANTED TO GO! I BLAME YOU BOTH!"
Brad (screaming, flailing his arms as he runs):
"WHY IS THIS THING SO FAST?! IT'S SNOW, NOT ROCKET FUEL!"
Buckshot (panting, yelling):
"STOP PANICKING, BRAD! YOU’RE MAKING ME PANIC!"
Brad (voice cracking):
"YOU’RE ALREADY PANICKING! I CAN SMELL YOUR FEAR!"
Onsen (muffled but furious):
"CAN YOU SMELL MY DESPAIR?! GET ME OUT OF THIS ICE CREAM DEATH MACHINE!"
Buckshot:
"I’D LOVE TO, BUT WE’RE A LITTLE BUSY NOT DYING!"
Brad (tripping over himself):
"WHY DID WE LET HIM USE A SNOW SHOVEL ATTACHED TO A LAWNMOWER?!"
Buckshot:
"BECAUSE IT SOUNDED FUN, OKAY?! I DIDN’T THINK IT’D TURN INTO A NATURAL DISASTER!"
Onsen (yelling):
"STOP ARGUING AND START SAVING ME! I’M GETTING SNOW UP MY—"
Brad (interrupting, screaming louder):
"AAAAAHHHH WE’RE GONNA GET FLATTENED INTO A CHRISTMAS CARD!"
Buckshot (shouting as he runs faster):
"GOOD! I’LL SIGN IT ‘LOVE, BUCKSHOT AND BRAD, IN MEMORY OF ON-SNOW-THE-BEAR!’"
Onsen (desperately):
"I SWEAR IF I SURVIVE THIS, YOU’RE BOTH GETTING HUGGED TO DEATH!"
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