MIKE: We'll have a boo Christmas without you.
Very, very hungry.
Eggnog-stic.
Oh, just 50 dollars, like always.
They both leave kid's homes with empty sacks.
He couldn't handle his boos.
A cow with a cold.
As John Cena because you can't see them.
I Scream.
Tupacalypse. (thanks to my buddy Mike)
