|← "The Spider"||"Christmas Special 2010"||"House of Cards" →|
Arbiter and Greg are seen playing Scrabble in the the hallway. The Nutcracker Suite is heard playing.
- Arbiter: I gotta tell you, Greg. It's great to finally have somewhat of a challenge.
- Greg: fuck you
- Arbiter: Hahaha.
- Greg: lol :)
Arbiter makes his move, making the word "Satan". Greg moves over and changes the letters.
- Arbiter: Why didn't I think of that?
Greg has changed "Satan" to "Santa".
- Arbiter: That's awesome.
- Greg: you're not gonna believe this lol
Greg changes more letters.
- Arbiter: You just blew my fucking mind!
Greg has made the word "Raindeer" across the board.
- Arbiter: How did this happen? Fucking miracles. Christmas kicks ass.
- Greg: lmao
- Arbiter: Well... a little. just not quite snuffed out yet.
Chief walks up wearing his Christmas vest.
- Chief: o hai / wat teh fuck r u fagets plehing? scribble? that gaems fucking retarted / can i play?
- Arbiter: No.
- Chief: YES
- Arbiter: No.
- Chief: YES / sry / pass teh letterz charllette
- Arbiter: You're not playing! Fuck off! Go play Reach for the hundredth consecutive day.
Chief sits down.
- Chief: stop beign a butthed
- Arbiter: What the fuck is that you're wearing? "Squeeze here for Christmas cheer"? At the risk of sounding like you, that's seriously a little gay.
- Chief: it's fuzzy / :3 [lion face]
- Greg: ur turn
- Arbiter: Right.
- Chief: no mai turn / pass meh teh lettars
Greg just sits there.
- Chief: pass teh letters u fuckign asshole
- Arbiter: You need a vocabulary to play this game, Chief. One in which the most complex word doesn't involve anus flapping. You're not an eligible player.
Chief stands up angrily.
- Chief: fien then / fuck this shit / board gaems r stupid n e way / dum cave man shit / ill b plaign reech fighting teh g00d fite
- Arbiter: You'll have a present in the morning.
- Chief: [beat] wat is it?
- Arbiter: Why do people ask that? You'll find out tomorrow.
- Chief: just tell meh nao
- Arbiter: I don't even know what it is. It's not from me. It's from Santa.
- Chief: thers no such thign as santa, troll
- Arbiter: No,seriously. I'm not even kidding. Just found it by the door this morning. It must have been Santa.
- Chief: LIAR LIAR PANTZ ON FIER
- Arbiter: We'll find out in the morning. And one more thing... Season Five? How are we doing?
- Chief:"ppl still liek us?
- Arbiter: Some people. Kind of. We've been lame before but I think we're getting better.
- Greg: can i be in season 5? :)
- Arbiter: I think we can use all the help we can get, Greg.
- Chief: 2 hell w/ greg he's creepy as fuck / dont tell meh he doesnt give u teh h33bie j33biez
- Arbiter: Yeah, but I'm getting over it.
- Chief: greg y r u so fuckign ugly?
- Greg: ur ugly inside
- Arbiter: Blazing.
- Chief: wats that even m33n? hao cum ur stuped 2? ur ugly and stupid
- Arbiter: Alright, enough.
- Chief: imma go 2 bed so i gets mai presint fastar / :) [smiley face]
- Arbiter: Okay, my turn.
Fade to black. A message appears: "Merry X-mas. Get the fuck off Youtube."