Grim Snowball Wars! Four Teams go in. No one comes out!
Artie: "Hey. There's ice under the snow. I totally slipped that should not count as a point."
Ares: "Oh come on, Dad. Just get your old butt up and let's keep going."
Angus: "So hey. Why are we waiting to eat ambrosia again?"
Adrasteia: "I have work in like 8 hours and I want my final promotion."
Angus: "Why?"
Artie: "It doesn't matter. Addy made the request and I'm granting it. Catch this flowerboy."
Airica: "Hello again old friend. I didn't think any of you would still visit."
Indigo Horse: "Many of us weren't sure either but like many we feel the pull of all our towns. Is it done?"
Airica: "Very soon. My daughter made a request and Artie granted it."
Indigo Horse: "Than part one of the journey is almost over."
Airica: "Is there any news?"
Indigo Horse: "Bigglesworth knows about a meeting that is to happen soon. A council has been called to stop the power struggles and to determine the fates of you and the doll."
Airica: "What do you mean?"
Indigo Horse: "I can say no more. Take this blessing upon you and I wish you the best in your travels. "
Indigo: -backs away slowly and teleports-
Airica: "Wait! Indigo!" -sigh- "What do you mean determine my fate. I should be going home!" -realizes she is totally talking to the snow-
Adrasteia: "See this is much better than the winter festival."
Artie: "Says you. I want to be snowboarding."
Airica: "I'll buy you one. Sheesh."
Artie: "Sheesh nothing devil woman."
Adrasteia: "You two behave for a while longer. I have work to do. See ya."
Artie: "So you get that promotion?"
Adrasteia: "What do you think?"
Airica: "Ha! Hers is brighter than yours."
A burglar... really? a burglar? Last night having a mortal in Lunar Lakes and someone actually tries to rob the Grims.
Mr Bigglesworth: "Hey. We're almost there. You get the left ankle and I'll get the right."
Treasure: "Forget this noise. I'm done. I don't want to be in the snow anymore."
Mr Bigglesworth: "But it's a burglar!"
Treasure: "You have fun. I'm going back downstairs to our beds."
Treasure: "See isn't this better?"
Mr Bigglesworth: "It's more satisfying after having attacked someone."
Treasure: "I don't care. I don't think my paws are ever going to get warm now."
Random picture of tiberium in the snow.
Aker: "So what do you think?"
Adrasteia: "I don't know but I can't believe you people do this every week for how long?"
Artie: "Fairly certain I don't even taste it anymore."
Airica: "At least you only have to do it once."
Adrasteia: "This lifetime perhaps."
Airica: "No Addy!" -heavy sigh- "Nevermind"
Adrasteia: "Whoops."
Airica: "Just once I wish we hadn't taught you to clean up your plate."
Airica: "Soo uhh.. now what?"
Mr Bigglesworth: -cat snickers-