Funny enough, despite the fact that this is the first year you've spent Christmas away from all of your friends and family, you can't remember the last time you had a peaceful Christmas day. Family issues always got in the way when you were younger, with your parents being divorced and you getting shuffled between them every holiday like a volleyball getting spiked across a net, and the last few years you were with your ex who always made a scene either right before or right after Christmas, leaving you on pins and needles waiting for the other shoe to drop if you dared to have a good day.

You're not sure whether to be relieved or mourn the fact that your first good Christmas in years is the first one you spend completely alone.

"Hey guys, I'm back," you announce, cracking open your soda.

"Was that a beer?" Techno asks.

"What? On Christmas? God, no, I'm not a hillbilly," you snicker. "Also I don't drink beer, it's nasty. It tastes like someone soaked a loaf of bread in water, then put the water in a can and filled it with carbonation."

"That is a cursed image, oh my God," Wilbur laughs.