~Flutter flicks on the TV. Big Al, grumbling, goes over to the refrigerator, but as he reaches for it, the fridge magnet that looks like a smiling pig rearranges itself into a ghostly face~
Big Al: *wipes his eyes and looks again. It's just a smiling pig again*.
~He opens the fridge, pulls out the bread pudding. He shuts the door, and suddenly, the alphabet refrigerator magnets rearrange themselves to spell BIG AL~
Face: BIIIIIG AAAAAALLL
Oh, is that bread pudding?
Big Al: WAUGH! ~runs out of the kitchen, slams into Flutter coming the other way, and throws the pudding in the air. Flutter, who loves bread pudding, recovers, flies up and grabs it in mid-air and puts it down on the table, with a 'shew!'~
Flutter: What's wrong, man?
Big Al: I thought I saw-
~suddenly, a bunch of bells on the wall begin jangling on their own~
Flutter: Relax, that's just the comically old-timey doorbell I installed. I'll get it.
~Flutter goes to open the door and opens it. Outside the door is the spectral figure of Ditto McCloaker, in Victorian suit~
Flutter: Hi, Ditto. Who are you supposed to be?
Ditto: Ask me who I was.
Umm... who were you supposed to be?
Ditto: In life, I was Big Al's partner, Ditto McCloaker.
Flutter: Hey, Al, your "life partner" is here. *does the little quote gesture*
Mario Kart partner. I can come in?
~Ditto walks in. In the light, he's tangled up in yards and yards of cord spaghetti. He's dragging behind him several game consoles, controllers, and even a flat-screen TV. In behind him floats a ghost Guisseppie, covered in chains, dragging several power-ups and coins. Ditto looks around at the decorations,and CD player playing Josh Groban to an empty house~
Ditto: And I thought I
Flutter: It's still early.
Al: Hey Ditto. Geez, what, did you die in a Toys R Us?
Ditto: Eh. It's about me playing games so much in life. It's a metapor. Is that bread pudding?
Flutter: Just baked. Cooled it down a bit in the fridge.
Ditto: Awesome. *dips himself some* Aw yeah, that's the stuff.
Al: So, is there a Hell?
Ditto: *munches bread pudding* Eeeeh, not... exactly. Well, it's the general idea. Yeah, there's a Hell.
Al: Oh. I guess I should pay attention in church, then.
Ditto: Eh. *shrugs* It's less what you know as who you know. It's really political, it's all connections.
Al: So you can't win.
Flutter: Hey guys, gimme a hand putting the angel on the tree?
Al: I'm coming. *holds ladder*
Ditto: Oh man, those things are so inaccurate. Like, the Angel of Mercy? He's fifty feet tall, with eight arms, thirty wings, and covered with eyeballs.
Flutter: That is so awesome.
Ditto: Hecks yes. When they say "Be Not Afraid" they're not just making idle conversation. Totally Eldritch.
Al: Scuze me, 21? 24? When you're done with your geek-fest, just put the angel on top.
Flutter: I wish we could put that on the tree
Guiseppie: Hey, wait, hang on a second. *rummages around and pops out a little C'tulhu figurine, knocks the little cute-winged-child angel off the top and puts the C'tulhu figurine on top*
Al: What?! NO!
Flutter: Oh, that is so kickass.
Ditto: Oh yeah, real Christianity is totally hardcore.
Flutter: Hey, who wants to play New Super Mario Bros. Wii?
Ditto: I'm in! I haven't had anyone to play it with yet!
Guisseppie: I'm Yellow Toad!
~They pop it in Ditto's Wii and all play it on his flat-screen~