Hey, TrapJaw here.
It's not often I have guests, and it's even less often that they desire to know my thoughts on the Holiday season. It's not like I'm not a courteous host; it's not like I haven't laid out a fine spread of Christmas candy, though, admittedly, most of it is smashed as it's relatively difficult putting out candy with a hook for a hand!
I'm not bitter, far from it. I don't have time to be bitter through the intense pain that rips through my head for every moment of my existence. What, was that too dark? Well, excuse me for having a steel trap welded to my jaw!
Wait, don't go! The holidays ... let me think ... the holidays. My thoughts on them. Well, the holidays are a time for giving gifts. What could I want? What would be a good gift? Hmmm ... how about ... Please -- for the love of all that is good in this world -- fix my jaw! I feel like a very clumsy tattoo artists left his tattoo gun on high and in my lower mandible!
No, I'm sorry! Please, you don't understand! I have a hook, I have a trap jaw, and I have never ending waves of intense, crippling pain!
Fine. Whatever. Leave. Screw you -- I was making pastries, and you don't get any. More for BeastMan and I!
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