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“SURPRISE!” Tommy shouts, bursting in with an armful of snow.
“YOU LITTLE—“
Wilbur’s cry sputters out as the snow is dumped unceremoniously on his head.
Tommy stands there grinning, then immediately bolts for the door when he realizes just how fast Wil has recovered. His blond head is shoved in a snowbank before ten seconds has passed, and is quickly followed by the rest of him.
“What’s going on out here?” asks Philza, then comes out to look and bursts into laughter.
“Tommy dumped snow on me,” Wilbur pouts, standing on a pile of snow that used to be a red-shirted gremlin. The mound starts flailing and Wil kicks it.
“Both of you, apologize,” Phil says insincerely.
Tommy’s head pops out of the snow like a dandelion. “I’m not apologizing to that—“ he notices the look Wilbur is giving him, which says very clearly not another word or you’ll never get out of that snow. “…well-dressed and very good looking man,” he finishes. Wilbur nods and steps back, seemingly pacified. Phil’s about to leave them be, when-
“DIE, NERDS,” comes a voice from the roof, and a frankly insane amount of snowballs pelts at them in a flurry.
“ Techno !” Phil shrieks, then, “Oh, it is on!”