Azazel: I don't understand these cheerful Christmas songs. That Santa one is just creepy. I don't want him to know if I'm awake or sleeping. Who ever this "Santa" guy is, he's a real weird-o.
Willow: I've found you!
Azazel: Oh no... Please tell me that's not who I think it is!!
Azazel: Uh... Willow? What are you doing here?
Azazel: I mean... I'm sure you're busy.
Willow: I'm not busy.
Azazel: Well then I'm sure your dad is. I mean people die all the time, he could use some help.
Willow: Oh Azie! C'mere!
Azazel: Are you crazy woman?! That is a scythe! Not a cane. One is sharp the other is not.
Willow: Did it hurt you my love? Let me kiss away your pain!
Azazel: NO!!
Willow: Azie! Why would you push me away like that? Don't you want me?
Azazel: No I don't.
Azazel: Why don't you just go home!
Willow: I came to be with you!
Azazel: Pex! There you are! Quick, get the minion army!
Willow: Azie, you have no idea what kind of deals I had to make to get here.
Azazel: Don't care...
Willow: Of course you care!
Azazel: No I don't.
Willow: Then I'll hug you until you do care!
Azazel: Oh god! She'll be on me FOREVER!!! PEX!! HURRY!
Azazel: Not that army...
Willow: Aaaww, they're so cute!
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