[Stan makes a face at that. He clearly doesn't find it nearly as interesting as Ford does, and he's put off that him screwing things up is still a possibility on the table.]
Yeah, yeah, c'mon wiseguy. No helping it now, so let's just get inside before I freeze my ass off already.
[It's a classic Pines dodge, but a well-timed one. By now they've about reached the front doors of the large, Vanderbilt-esque mansion on the snowy grounds, and Stan shoves open the doors. And inside...is a truly absurd amount of holiday decorating in the entrance way alone. Garland and lights and stockings and menorahs and yule altars are everywhere, and right in the middle of it all is a Christmas tree that appears to be growing out of the floor. It is a lot of concentrated holiday cheer in one space, and there's an impression that the gaudiness does not end, and that the entire mansion probably looks this way.]
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Yeah, yeah, c'mon wiseguy. No helping it now, so let's just get inside before I freeze my ass off already.
[It's a classic Pines dodge, but a well-timed one. By now they've about reached the front doors of the large, Vanderbilt-esque mansion on the snowy grounds, and Stan shoves open the doors. And inside...is a truly absurd amount of holiday decorating in the entrance way alone. Garland and lights and stockings and menorahs and yule altars are everywhere, and right in the middle of it all is a Christmas tree that appears to be growing out of the floor. It is a lot of concentrated holiday cheer in one space, and there's an impression that the gaudiness does not end, and that the entire mansion probably looks this way.]