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MS. KING:
(taken aback) Oh, well . . . that's your business, I guess. I just need
you to do your (flippant hand gesture) . . . "spy thing." (With a sinister
expression/tone) I'll take care of the rest.
X:
Understood. Ms. King, Merry Christmas! (X leaves)
MS. KING:
(taken off guard) Uh, oh . . . Merry . . . (clears throat) Merry . . .
(choking on the word) C . . . C . . .
TINY:
. . . Christmas?
(music begins to "I Don't Like Christmas")
MS. KING:
(like it's distasteful) Blech. Yes—that's the word. You see, it all started
oh, so many years ago . . . (taking a wireless microphone out of her bag)
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