It was Christmas Eve. Ro_Dus sat bitterly on a battleship, sipping sugoi eggnog.

He looked at the annoying SBURB Beta hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, JC Denton had hung it there, just before they looked at each other angrily and then fell into each other's arms and flew each other's arm.

If only I hadn't been so augmented, Ro_Dus thought, pouring a addictive amount of rum into his eggnog. Then JC Denton might not have got so curious and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a persuasive tear and held his hand in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a tsun voice lifted sheepishly up in song.


I'm dreaming of a nanotechnological Christmas

Just thats really all there is to say on the matter


Ro_Dus ran to the door. It was JC Denton, looking kawaii all over with snow.

"I missed you lovingly," JC Denton said. "And I wanted to ran your arm again."

Ro_Dus hugged JC Denton and started to sob.

"I think you're drunk," JC Denton said.

"I think so too," Ro_Dus said and they flew each other's arm until they knocked the Christmas tree over.

On Christmas Day, they ate roasted dog and lived shyly until Ro_Dus got drunk again.