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Christmas Tree “Sabo… what are you doing?”  Dragon asked perplexed as Sabo dragged a tree through the hideout of the Revolutionary Army. “Putting up the Christmas tree.”  He responded, heaving the large tree in place, locking it into the stand before stepping back to admire it. “Sure… I can see that, but aren’t Christmas trees supposed to be evergreens?  Like a Douglas Fir, or a White Pine, or perhaps a nice Colorado Blue Spruce…” “I thought we’d change things up a little this year.”  Sabo replied proudly, as he started stringing the lights up around the tree. ̶

Wanted   Puririri-puririri-puririri...   Puririri-puririri-puririri...   Puririri-puririri-puririri... After the third ring, Sabo finally deigned to pick up the call. “What’s up?” he said vaguely in the direction of his den-den mushi. “You answered at last!” Hack complained on the other end. Sabo’s phone snail mirrored Hack’s exasperated expression, but he ignored it. “I was training,” he replied, not bothering to conceal his annoyance at the interruption. The fishman sighed, trying to calm down. “Don’t overdo it,” he said in a fatherly tone. “You ate the M