[Obnoxious saxophone intro music]
[Exterior: The outside of a happy snow-covered building]
[Merriam-Webster defines “exterior” as: Being on an outside surface: situated on the outside]
December 23rd…
Snow covers the happy home!
It’s not simply a home! It’s the local Parish Center!
Snow is falling on it! The roof is piling up with the stuff!
Lots and lots of snow!
Some say you should never open a story with the weather, and to that, I remind them you should never tear your own throat open with a can opener either.
Don’t you love reminding people of things they should never do?
Anyway…
In this happy little Parish Center, that’s 1000 square feet, they don’t like using words such as “never”…
Come on, children!
Let’s see what’s going on inside!
[Camera pans to the front door]
[Merriam-Webster defines “camera” as: A device that consists of a lightproof chamber with an aperture fitted with a lens and a shutter through which the image of an object is projected onto a surface for recording (as on a photosensitive film or an electronic sensor) or for translation into electrical impulses (as for television broadcast]
[Camera leans down the right hallway]
[Interior: The inside of the happy snow-covered building, kitchen area]
[Merriam-Webster defines “interior” as: A representation (as in a play or movie) of the interior of a building]
Father Percy Creed is tending to various baked goods in his happy kitchen. It’s decorated with red and green lights that flash in a sequence.
After every Christmas Eve mass, the church holds its annual luncheon. Father Creed needs a whole lot of time to prepare a whole lot of treats!
Everyone eagerly waits after the service for even the slightest chance to get one of his snacks before they inevitably run out.
He always makes the best treats! He insists on making them all by himself too. Wouldn’t want the chef’s secret getting out!
Father Creed slides down a tray of cupcakes freshly wrapped in foil. That’s the fifth one already!
Wiping the sweat off his brow, he takes a seat and says out loud, “Time to crack open a cold one!”
*Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssst*
He opens a can of beer.
[Camera zooms in on can of Bud Light]
“Can’t relax without my favorite beer!”
“And a good book!”
He flaunts a dictionary.
[Camera zooms in on Merriam-Webster’s Pocket Dictionary]
He gets ready to have a sip.
*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*
Startled, he spills beer all over his apron!
[Uproarious live studio audience laughter]
“Oh no! The gingerbread men!” Father Creed jolts out of his seat and runs back to an oven.
Quickly opening it and reaching inside.
"Ouch! Hot!" he forgot to put on his oven mitts during the rush!
[Uproarious live studio audience laughter]
He fumbles around the countertop for those darn mitts…
Found it! Father Creed grabs a pair.
[Camera zooms in on oven mitts]
[The crammed-in text on the mitts read: “With lots of love ♥” on the left one]
[and “to Father Creed ♥” on the right one]
[Endearing *AWWWWWWWWWWWW* from live studio audience]
“Oh, sweet Mindy,” Father Creed says with a warm smile as he slides them on.
Removing the tray of freshly baked gingerbread men and placing them on the stovetop.
“I’ll let these cool off, THEN I’ll finally catch a break.”
*KNOCK KNOCK*
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Someone’s at the kitchen door…
[Uproarious live studio audience laughter]
Father Creed rolls his eyes, puts his hands on his hips, and says, “Hmmmmmmmmm. Really now?”
[Uproarious live studio audience laughter reaches its apex]
[Note from the studio: Always, always run that laugh track at his catchphrase]
The knocking at the door continues, and he makes his way to it.
Father Creed opens the door.
A disheveled man with a scraggly beard is on the outside stairs.
[Applause from live studio audience]
Father Creed greets him, “Teddy! I was wondering where you had wandered off to! You’ve been gone long enough for me to finish my cooking!”
“I could’ve used the help of the “best” janitor [Father Creed looks directly at the camera, winces, and tugs his shirt collar. Uproarious live studio audience laughter] to wipe off the floor hours ago!”
The man, Teddy, tries to warm himself up as he breathes.
His breath is visible in the cold…
Teddy says, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Percy! I’ve done it again!”
[Uproarious live studio audience laughter, and loud whistling]
Father Creed sighs, “Oh, brother! And I do mean BROTHER!” [and looks directly at the camera]
He starts wagging his finger and asks, “Not once did you think about texting me with that new phone I bought you?”
“New phone!?!?” Teddy answers excitedly.
“You mean, the Apple iPhone 13 Pro Max with a 6.7-inch display?” he says while holding up his phone.
[Camera zooms in on Apple iPhone 13 Pro Max]
“It even comes in four colors! Sierra Blue, Silver, Gold, and Graphite!”
“With even more on the way!” the two brothers exclaim together.
Father Creed says, “Let me get my coat…”
…
The two trudge along on top of already deep footprints in the snow. The footprints lead to the garage…
“In there?” Father Creed asks where the prints stop in front of a rusty metal trash can.
Teddy nods.
[POV shot from inside the trash can as he opens the lid]
Father Creed looks inside with a dull expression while Teddy shivers.
He says, “All right…let’s bring it inside.”
The two brothers pick up the trash can and walk through the backyard.
Teddy slides on a bit of ice during their stroll. The backyard hasn’t been salted lately.
They enter the backdoor. Carrying the trash can through the hallway adorned with paper decorations of snowmen and children holding hands.
Stopping in front of the basement door, Father Creed struggles with the doorknob, “Dang thing never opens when it should…”
“…or closes when it should!” Teddy says [and winks directly at the camera]
“Got it!” says Father Creed after getting it open using more force.
The door makes a loud *creeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak* as it fully opens.
Before going down, Father Creed suggests, “All right, I’ll be in the front and you at the back.”
“Yeah, give me a sec and-” Teddy loses his balance because his shoes are still slick.
“Hey! Hey! Watch it!” yells Father Creed.
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In a silly voice, the two of them yell out, “WHOA. WHOA? WHOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!”
The trash tumbles…
*BOMP*
*BOMP*
*POOMFFF*
All the way to the bottom…
Father Creed has a miffed expression on his face as he looks to Teddy.
Teddy shrugs with a goofy smile and responds with, “Oooooooooops! SILLY! OLD! ME!”
[Uproarious live studio audience laughter]
They both walk down after it.
[POV downward panning shot from the wall, revealing knocked down tools]
[Stopping at the backs of the brothers]
Father Creed shakes his head and makes a *tsk* *tsk* sound.
“Oh, Teddy…”
[Camera climbs over Father Creed’s shoulder]
…
…
…
The pale mangled corpse of a child that fell out of the trash can lies on the concrete.
Eyes still open…
Chapped lips…
Pale, pale, skin…
Her neck has a deep, thin, and bloody indentation…
“Oh, Teddy…” Father Creed says again.
“She was my brightest student out of the entire seventh-grade class!”
He continues making a *tsk* tsk*, “Mindy will miss her science buddy…”
“…she was my f-f-favorite…” replies Teddy staring down at the body.
Father Creed juts him in the throat, “YOU SAY THAT ABOUT TOO MANY!”
“I TOLD YOU THAT ALL THE GIRLS FROM MY SCHOOL ARE…”
“…OFF! LIMITS!” he slaps him in the back of the head while Teddy is gagging.
Teddy then cries, “B-b-but she got me a present! I wanted to give her a present too!”
He kneels on the floor beside the body…
“She didn’t like my present…I told her to try…but she didn’t like it…I told her to try…but she didn’t like it…”
“I TOLD HER TO TRY! I TOLD HER TO TRY! I TOLD HER TO TRY!”
“IT’S NOT FAIR, PERCY!!!!!” Teddy screeches as he begins violently pounding the lifeless chest with his fists.
“THEY NEVER-”
Father Creed pulls Teddy back and reminds him, “We don’t like that word, remember?”
Soothing him by gently caressing his cheek.
Father Creed then walks over to a part of the wall with a crack in it…
He sticks his finger inside the crack. The hole is just large enough for a snug fit.
After a little bit of a struggle…and finesse…
Got it!
He begins to slide open a false wall…
Inside is a small room with sinks, hoses, and a porcelain tile floor…
Father Creed plops down an oil drum in front of Teddy.
“I’ll leave you to it…” says Father Creed as he hands him two large unmarked glass jugs filled with a colorless liquid…
He pats Teddy on the shoulder and goes back upstairs.
As Father Creed begins to close the basement door, he huffs and hears…
*KNOCK KNOCK*
*KNOCK KNOCK*
‘Damn it, WHO THE FUCK IS IT NOW!?!?!??!’ he thinks to himself as he stomps his way to the kitchen door.
[Distorted live studio audience laughter]
The knocking stops as he approaches…
He wipes the frustration off his face before opening it.
“Hi-”
Only the sounds of the howling snow…
No one is there…
He takes a quick peek outside…
“Damn kids…probably…” and he shuts the door.
The gingerbread men must be cooled off by now, so he decides to return to wrapping it all up.
His happy place is back in the kitchen!
Wearing a big smile as he unravels a sheet of foil.
His smile drops…
‘THE BACK DOOR!’
Father Creed’s eyes widen as he drops the foil box to the floor!
He sprints out of the kitchen!
…stopping in the hallway…
…
[Distorted live studio audience laughter cuts in, out, and abruptly shuts off]
“…Percy…umm…Father Creed?” asks a woman standing at the back doorway.
The snow is howling from outside the open door.
She is not appropriately dressed for the weather. Wearing a thin silk dress and nylon jacket.
“…I’m sorry if I scared you…I know you must be busy…I thought I’d try the back when nobody answered…” she shifts around as she rubs her legs together.
She’s only wearing stockings, no shoes, and her feet are soaked.
The shrewd Father Creed says, “I was indeed busy…making those tasty treats for tomorrow!” he says with a laugh.
She smiles at him with her snow-covered face.
“Carol! Look at you! Let me take your coat! Please, warm yourself up in the living room,” he says as he gently puts a hand on her back.
Then, he shuts the door.
…
Father Creed ensures Carol goes to the living room and sits.
…
He then returns to the kitchen by himself.
“There are p-l-e-n-t-y of blankets!” he shouts while looking at his phone.
“You want any coffee, tea, cocoa?”
“No, no, I’m fine…” Carol answers.
“Tooooooo late!” Father Creed says as he puts a pot of water on the stovetop.
He then joins Carol in the living room.
She’s all bundled up in a thick fur blanket and says, “Thank you, Father…”
Father Creed sits nearby and puts a hand on her shoulder.
“I’m going to want to know why you’re here on Christmas Eve, EVE!” he says with another smile that she briefly returns.
“In this weather too, you didn’t come here just to get snowed in, did you?” he laughs.
“IT’S HOLLY!” Carol suddenly breaks down in tears.
Sobbing wildly, she wants to say more but can’t.
Father Creed looks away…
Then he asks, “Sweet lil’ Holly? Why? What happened?”
Carol begins to tell him…
“…she saw us fighting again…”
“…and…”
“…and…”
Her breathing is getting heavier.
Father Creed rubs her back and tries to calm her, “Let me get your inhaler.”
She gulps and gets a grip on herself, “…no…don’t have it anyway…”
“Holly said she didn’t want to go to the party with him…”
“I told her she could spend the night alone then!”
“..she talked back to me, said she wanted to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day alone too…she even threw an ornament at his face…”
“…I told her fine…we left…and…”
Carol begins welling up again.
Father Creed asks, “…Carol…you don’t think that..?”
“I couldn’t find her anywhere…” she answers.
“At least tell me you called the police?” he asks further.
“…with how many times Holly has acted up before…I didn’t want…”
“…everything kept happening so fast…oh…I’m not thinking straight..”
“…before I knew it…I had walked all the way here…”
Carol is sobbing harder.
“We’ll take my truck! It’ll haul ass through that mess out there. You can call them on our way to the station,” Father Creed suggests in a flash.
“…Oh My God…I didn’t bring my phone…” Carol says, embarrassed.
“If you can figure out how to use my dang fancy pants touch screen phone, you can use it!” Father Creed reassures her.
They both laugh, and he jokes, “Would you believe me if I told you I still don’t know how to text people? Show me the big call button. That’s all I need!”
“It’s in the kitchen, and I’ll make that drink to go! Coffee, tea, cocoa?” Father Creed asks while walking away.
“Cocoa…” Carol replies while wiping away the tears.
Back in the kitchen…
Father Creed is going through the top cabinet…
Sifting through various bottles of pills…
Back in the living room…
‘It’s in my coat!’ Carol suddenly recalls.
She gets up.
Rattling through bottles…from buried deep in the cabinet, Father Creed pulls out one with his prescription label on it…
He does not hear Carol’s soft footsteps across the hall.
Taking out a single mug, he begins looking for the cocoa mix…
Carol retrieves her phone from the coat rack at the back door.
…the door to the basement slightly pops open…
Father Creed is still looking for the cocoa mix! He just bought it! So he knows it’s around here somewhere!
Carol notices the open basement door when she turns around.
She pushes it shut and starts to walk away…
Only for her to hear a faint *creak* and she turns around again…
…the door popped open more than it did before…
Father Creed is totally oblivious and wholly occupied with searching for the cocoa mix.
Carol goes back to give it another push.
But now that the door is more ajar…she can hear music…
‘IT’S IN MY FUCKING TRUCK!’ Father Creed remembers now.
In his absent-mindedness to get a head start on cooking, he must have left a grocery bag in the truck from an earlier trip to the store.
As Father Creed opens the kitchen door, Carol fully opens the basement door…
It makes the typical loud *creeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak*, but Father Creed doesn’t hear it because the wild howling snow from outside engulfs the sound.
As he walks outside, Carol can more clearly hear We Need a Little Christmas playing from somewhere down below…
‘YEP!’ Father Creed checks the passenger seat of his truck and grabs the bag of cocoa mix.
Carol can see shadows moving against the walls as she descends into the basement...
Father Creed is back in the kitchen again and puts two capsules into the mug, followed by two scoops of cocoa mix…
At the bottom of the stairs, Carol’s attention is drawn to a workbench. On it is a dusty boombox and a cellphone with a flashing screen.
Father Creed whistles while mixing the drink…
Carol can’t help but peek at the flashing screen on the phone…
-Percy: Lock the door.-
-Percy: Keep quiet.-
Are the two messages she notices before the screen dims…
Carol then looks behind her…
She nearly loses her breath…
…
Father Creed steps back into the living room with a hot mug of cocoa, “Sorry! The ol’ noggin came a knockin' and-”
Carol’s gone…
…
“HOLLY!”
“HOLLY!”
He hears shrieking coming from the hallway…THE BASEMENT…
Father Creed drops the mug, it shatters on the floor, and he storms off.
Carol continues screaming in horror.
“HOLLY!”
The vile sight Carol witnessed…
“HOLLY!”
She is nearly losing her voice with each scream.
A half-naked Teddy stands there dressed in only an apron, latex gloves, and a surgical mask, all covered in blood.
He tries to gesture to Carol to be quiet…
The body of a particular girl is behind him on the ground…
Still gesturing her to be quiet, he slowly creeps towards the screaming Carol…
His eyes are wide, that of a frightened puppy…
While backing away, Carol puts her hand on the railing of the stairs…
*CRUNCH*
She feels a heavy, breaking swing on her hand!
Next, Carol’s near ear-piercing whine of pain is cut off with a solid crack to the face…
…
The bottom of the stairs are creaking…
…
Father Creed turns the corner…
…
A cold…fierce…primal look in his eyes…
In his hand is a thick wooden rolling pin…with a fresh blood spatter.
Teddy is dead silent and stops moving.
Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer, begins playing from the boombox…
Carol turns her head on the floor, nose busted and blood pouring out from the nostrils.
Her top row of teeth is crooked…
Staring in terror at Father Creed looming over her.
That look in his eyes…
He grips the pin with resolve…raises it high…
…hand shaking…
Father Creed bellows with rage and swings down! His guttural screams suffocate those from Carol. It’s enough to make Teddy’s skin crawl as he feels a stark, cold shiver ensnare his entire being.
Father Creed bludgeons Carol’s face over…
…and over…
…and over…
Teddy finds momentary solace in watching the swinging shadow instead of his brother…
…
Father Creed drops the cracked pin to the floor…
…swiftly rolling away from Carol’s unrecognizable pummeled face…
…it rolls and taps Teddy’s feet…
“…Percy…umm…brother, dear?...” Teddy asks.
Father Creed doesn’t answer. Instead, he is huffing rapidly with sweat dripping from his face.
“…am I going to clean this one too?” Teddy asks again.
Father Creed stares at him with a vicious gaze in his eyes.
Huffing harder…
He walks over…
Smiling, he puts his hand on Teddy’s shoulder.
Teddy feels a rising deep-seated fear…
“My mess! My cleanup!” Creed closes his eyes and chuckles.
[Distorted live studio audience laughter slowly fades in]
“This guy!” Teddy laughs along while pointing at Father Creed [and looks directly at the camera]
[Uproarious live studio audience laughter]
Father Creed peeks over Teddy at Holly’s body on the floor and says poutily, “Oh, Teddy! She should’ve been dissolving by now!”
Teddy’s face turns red [to the sound of a slide whistle]
[Uproarious live studio audience laughter]
Father Creed says, “You know what…I got a better idea…”
“It’s almost Christmas…let’s clean up together!” while putting his arm around Teddy.
Teddy, too, puts his arm around Father Creed.
Shoulder to shoulder, they turn together to re-enter the cleaning room…
[Transition to an oil painting of the two brothers]
[Obnoxious saxophone outro music]
[Applause from live studio audience]
[Roll credits]
Directed by: Triple S
Produced by: Triple S
Based on an idea by: Triple S
Cinematography by: Triple S
Principle Photography by: Triple S
Director of Cinematography: Triple S
Director of Principal Photography: Triple S
Catering Services provided by: Triple S
Father Percy Creed played by: M̷̢̺͍̝̺͚͕̠͚̭̥̹̯̜̹͕̙̠̯͈̬͔̣̂̋̌̏͘͜Ą̷̢̛̠͚̗̳̲͇̲͕̗̯͍̮̭̠͙̤̝̗̣̦̩͊͊̔̏̂̀̂́̐̾͛̎̉͛͊̈́̽̾̾̀̏̑̀͂́̂̊̇̈́̑̏̀̋͆̚͜͠͠͝͠͝K̴̼̯̊̔̓̈́̊̀̄͂̌̌̈́̑̀̄̉̔̓̚̚͝͠Ȩ̷̨̡̤͎͔̣͓̩̙͉͎͔̣͇͇͇̲̗̰̯̭̟̫̞̞̹͎̝͉̳̫͈̜̲̜̾̍͌͋̈́̅̄͗͋̑̄̿́̈́̈̿̑̆̌͒̕͝ͅͅͅͅİ̴̛̹̘̼̣̳͇̣̬̻̬͕̙̈͗̉̋̑̃̍̏̌̑̐̀͊̋̈́̀̈́̍̿̒̊̂̈̀͆̕̕͝͝ͅṪ̸̨̢̙͚̩̣̲͓̤̣̲̪͚̩̹̗̗̟͈̰͎͚͖̳̦̩̹̼̭͎͉̰͈̻̬͙͇̞̹̣̭͇͈̮̞̝̒̋͌̐̑͊͌̊̀̄͛̏̾͗̈̒͗̈̋̎̓͋̆̈́͘͘͘͘͝͠ͅṠ̶̨̧̡̛̮̖̤͖̝̼̼͍̝̘͔̲̞̹͔̰͉͚̟̠͈̜̼̰̰̜͎͍̘̣̣̘̈́̌͑͒͗͗̀̿̉̍̽̄̏̔̂̔́̃̓̈́̇̂̿͆̎̋̀͝͠ͅṬ̶̛̛̛̲̙͖̫̙͖̗̭̜̮̬̪̾̐̅̎̾̀́͗̇́̋͋̓̓͛̓͑̓̄̄̅̎͂͑̿́̇͂̕͘͠͝͠Ơ̶͖̞̙̖̗̩̞͙͇̈́̃̊̓͒̐̂́̌̌̃͌̊̇͆͒͛͋̈́̐͌̿́̉̍̈́͑̅̂̇̍͒̚̚̚̕͘͠͝ͅP̸̖̪̙͉̙̬̟̺͎̹̞̥͎͖̰͔̘̟̝̠̭͈̩̜̺̘͍̝̤̤̗̤̳̬͓͉͖̗͙̭̙̻̩̥̗͑̔̔̽̉͂̆̒́̐́̂̃̔͂̌̌͐̓̎͛̄̀͛̇͒̾̒̀͐̒̚͜͜͝ͅM̶͓͓͚͎̖͙͊̓̒̿̂͗̈́̚͝͠A̶̢̢̡̢̛̘͇̯͙͔͕̺̙̳̻̺̩̙̳̱̬̻͎̖̯̥̖̅̅̒͌̂͒̑͒̿̏̿̒̄͒̐̇́̃͒͑̃̒͛̈́̈́̽́̈́̈́͋̉̃̆̽͆̚͠͝͝ͅK̴̬͍̤̩̖̪̠͎̯̠̤̱̖̯̖̼͙͈̗̼͚̺̮̮̮̠̩̲̣̤̺͔͕̰̰̲̣̫͚̋͗͑͛͌̾̎̿́͊͊̃̌̈́̇̓̀͒͒̑̊̉̓̋̓̔͋̄̌̈́́̀̀́̒̇̄́̿̑̈́̚̕̚͘͘̕̚̕͝ͅͅE̷̡̡̨̡̛̳͓̼̹̻̤̺̗̪̻̯̩̞̤̬̤̟͚̭̗̘͚͍̼̞̲̮͌̈̈́̏̈̇̿̂̉̽̊͆̏̈̆̓̏͂͌̀̅̾̉͂̈́̉̈́̃̌̈́̈͋̿̏̀͘͘͜͠͝͝͝͝͝Į̸̛̛͙̺͖̝̼̰͉͖̙̖͍͓̦̭̦̓̀̉̈́̏̂̏͒̆͌͒́̉̏̾͐̒͑͐͆̓͑̈́̓͊͆͊̌̐͐̋͑͗̂̓̀̑̾̋̑̄̋̓͝͠͝͝Ţ̶̡̨̙̲̜̜̘̳̝̦̲̝̮̬̫͙̰̠̮̜͚͍̥̝̣̭̠͉͖͎̇͜͜͜ͅŠ̸̡̨̨̡̱̳̟̯͎̩̠̹͎̭̺̫͍͓̬̱̘̖͈̣̬̱̬̭͇͚̺̤͇̲̣͚̟̪̲͕̯͖̻̹͍̔͂̇̉́̏̊̇͋̑͛̾̎͐̎͋͂̕͘͝ͅT̵̢̬̰̰̩̻̥͚̹̖̱͇̺̞̲̭̳̭̮̻̫̮͕̜̙͍̳̖̈́̈́͒̒̎̋͒̂͂̐̈́́̇̂̽̄̈́̋̃͛̊̓̍̎́͋͜͠͝͠ͅƠ̷̝͚̜̟̍̎̏̉̓͗͛͗̄̉̓̔́͗͋̽̊̾̆̋̍̀͐̓͊͘̕̚͘͜͝͠P̸̝̠̫̿͛̒͑͒̾̔̈́̒̈̊̓̿̇̋̋̆́̎̌̅̏̚̕͘̕̚͠M̶̨͎̭̹̫̖̝̩͓̞̞̠̗͍̮̖̎A̸̢̢̹̦̻͈͉͔̦̗̬̣̍͛̆͆̅̍͗̀̐̈̓̾̍̔́̍͌́͊̈́͆͑̈́̍́̓̇͒̓̋̇̅̈́̏̕̕̚͝ͅḰ̸̡̢̛̛͙̪͇̝͓̖̫̣̞̩̞̻̱̱̟̩̲̹̩͙̮̦͈͇̘͔̑́̐̓̃͋̄͛̉͑̀̈́̈́̔̍͊́̑̓̌̋̈́̿̈́̈́̾̃̓́͗̅̔̀̑̕͜͜͝͠͠͠E̴̛̪͔̖̦̬̅͛̆̈́̌̐͒̀̂̈́̒̆̉͌̓͐̉̾̀̃̔̍̔̏͒̃͒̎̈́͆̆̈͊̉̅̊̏̾͐̈́̅̓͘͘͘̚͠Ḯ̵̢̧̨̡͎̰̯̯̼̹̝͉̬̟͖̬͔͉͎̟͉̩̪̮̰̟̍͒̍̉̎Ť̴̏͘͠ͅS̵̡̧̛͖̟͔͎͖̺̮͖̻͙̭̗̫̮̮̹̻̺̗̘͇̳̜̗̑́̇̐͒̓̈́̓͆̀́̒͆̂̆͌͌̓̐̓̊̉͗́͘͘̚̕͝͠͝͝͠ͅṬ̴̢̞̝̈́̀̃̿̂͋͛͆̈́̈́̚Ơ̷̢̡̭̻̗͓̦͓͍̬̫̖̖͇̭̞̥̤̭͚̤͉̹̣̬̞͉͛͋͂̾͗͐̈̿̒͌̒͌̋͌͐͌̉̍̎̀̄̈́̿̑̈́̂̀͂̄̏̄͗͗̓̄̿̿͒̓̂͐̐̈͊͘͘͘͝P̸̢̢̜͙̖̩̥̤͖͚͍̻̯͖͇͉̝̫̺͉̥̤̗͓̫̥͍̫͚̫͓͙̜͉̘̼̬̐̾͋͒̑͛͌̋̇̃̉̆̔̾͆̃̈́͌̅͊̊̽̿͗̈́̿̒̇́͊̈́̄̎̇͌̒͘͘͘͘͜͜͜͜͠͠͠͝͝ͅͅM̶̛̭̙̩̯͈̪͎̗̝̣̥̘̟̥̪͙̠̩̫̹̰͚̄̏̏̉̈́̈̃̈́͗̔͌́̂̆͒̅͘͠͝Ā̸̧̨̨̨̧̦̩͇̟̫͚͍͈͓̥̙̮̖̣͇̯̱̫̭̘̲̗͍̖̗̯͓͍̙̜̹̱̩̱͈͉͍̓̎̉̂͗̐̐̎̃͗̔̅̓̀̿͋̓̾̂̓͊̚͜͝ͅK̸̡̢̨̨̛͇̺͈͖̻̳̤̺̪̝̪͕̠͇͎̙̳̼̪̲̥̟͔̘͎̦͖̝̻̝̠͔͒̄̈́̅̓̈́̿̆̀̿̈́̆̏̈́̌͆̀͐̇̌͝͝͠Ę̶̨͕̦̟͔̤͔̼̣̭̣̲͚͇̯̳͔͕̫̝̼̝͓͖̬͒̄͛̿́̓̒̐̌̉̾̅͐̄̋̃̾͂̈́̔̐̎̊͂̿̏͑̃͒͗̀͒̽̋̾̕͘͜͠͠ͅÎ̶̡̧̟̹͙̗̙͖̣̠̺̱̣̗̰̭͓͈̞̤̯͇͔̣̘̭̜̻̙͇͍̜͕̱̤̻͖̭̳̻͍̬̟͙͓͙̣̗̺̔̅̃͌̍̇͒̀̋͊͋̆̃̈̔̓̿͐̉̈́̄͊̈́̃̿̈̃̈́̎͊͗́̍̏͒̈̌̐̆͘͘͘͠ͅT̸̛̻̳̯͙̲̗̹̝̱͍͕͚̥̮̖̞̪̱̝̟͔̥̳̭̼̰̪̯̱̙͍͔̝̗̹͕̟͉͂̌̈́̀̾̏̎̒̎̓͋̊́̅́̿̏̏͑̌̿͐̍̈͊̿͋͐́̎̆̒̑͘͘͘̕͜͝Ś̸͚͎͓̘̲̯̮͓̖͚̠̯͖̱̘͚͕̯͑̒̓͛̍̏̔͗̆͆͌̄̈͐̄͒̀͆̈̒̈́̇̉͑̒̂̋̄̈̀̊̌̈́͂̀̈̚̕͜͠͠͝͝Ţ̶̡̡̛̛̛̭̟̯͖̬̤͇͕͓̭͇͇͔̥̜͓͔̜̳̲͕̖̬̹̏̆̿̈́̽̒̈̈́̾́͒́͂̑̒̅̉̀͗͋͛̀̔͌́̂̍̑̿̍͂̒̂͐̐͆͑͂̑͘͘͜͝͝͝Ơ̴̧̡̠̥̪͚̘͍͍͉̹̝͗́̂̽͂̅̊̽̽̀̇͒̄͗̈̋̂͌͒̈́̀̕͜͠͝͠P̶̛͕̲̥̯͎͉͙̋̑̿̉̋̍̈́̌̊̿͐̌̎̔̆̍̅͆̔̀̏͒͐̇̏̄̅͂̅̚̚̕͘͘̚͝͝ͅ
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