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[lazyfacepalm]

Frosty the Snowman, was a jolly murderous soul

With an evil glare there he's outside my door

someone please [And without the harmonious singing.]

...come save me. Please.

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[ifbymyhands]

She's like that.

[lazyfacepalm]

...Can you do that?

[ifbymyhands]

Unfortunately, my talents lie elsewhere. It is truly a tragedy. Isn't that right, Potato?

*She snuggles a small stray dog, which barks -- if an impossibly cute "piko piko" sound counts as barking.*

Okay, you're right, Potato, but none of that helps fighting evil snow.

[lazyfacepalm]

(You named your dog "Potato"?)

Can you speak dog?

[ifbymyhands]

Maybe, maybe not.

[lazyfacepalm]

It's never a straight answer with you, is it.

That'd be a talent in itself though, wouldn't you agree?

[ifbymyhands]

Just like reality.

Yeah, but not a snow-fighting talent.

[lazyfacepalm]

(Deep.)

You could order your dog to make it yellow.