Scot-Michael: There's my little Christmas elf! Ready--
Nicholas Sahara: Sssh, Scout, sssh! Peter is in the next room!
You know how that word agitates him so, bless him.
Scot-Michael: What are you...oh, yeah, the ee-ell-eff.
Nicholas: >Sigh< He can spell, you know.
Scot-Michael: Oh, never mind him. Let's find our door
and find the prize. It's past the half-way point...
Nicholas:...which brings us closer to a visit from Father Christmas!
Nicholas: Great Richard III's ghost, whatever can this be?
Scot-Michael: Whatever it is, it sure has a lot of pieces to it.
Nicholas: It seems to be some sort of celestial module.
Scot-Michael: >Snort< D'you mean a spaceship?
Nicholas: >Sigh< Yes, a "space ship."
Scot-Michael: It resembles a ship from that old sci-fi show
Auntie Diane D chunters on about now and then.
Nicholas: Well, before we place it on the play board,
let's deposit the extra pieces...in...this...receptacle...?
Scot-Michael: You know, there's something familiar about this bowl.
I feel like we've seen it before.
Nicholas: I quite agree. Hmmmm...

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