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canon: rise of the guardians

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You jus' hadda go an' make the connection about big ears an' sensitive hearin' on the one day where people in yer country make everything explode.

You muns really are sadistic.

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At least you get to see the fireworks! It's too hot in July anywhere in this country for me to sit in on a show.

Means yer down a headache. If y'really think yer deprived, Frostbite, I'll be happy t'give ya mine.

Really? Sure.

[ He thinks you mean fireworks, not the headache. Then again, why would anyone trust Jack Frost with explosives? ]

...Headaches aren't tradeable, Frosbite.

[Did he miss something, here?]

Not those, Cottontail! The fireworks!

[ holding out his hand expectantly :P ]

I don't have any fireworks, ya dill, an' if I did, I wouldn' give 'em to you, anyway. Last thing a larrikin like you needs is somethin' that explodes.

Wow, talk about false advertising.

It's not false advertisin'! I never said I had fireworks.

I don't know, you never said you didn't have fireworks though. Pretty sure that's like a "guilty until proven innocent" thing right there.

Oh, rack off, ya drongo!

Lighten up, Bunny! Do I need to get the elves to spike your eggnog along with Sandy's?

Spikin' Sandy's eggnog? Now what's that getcha?

What, can't handle a little celebratory incendiaries? If they were egg shaped you'd probably love them.

Says th'man drug away by his own nightmares.

Says the fuzzball who can't stand a chance unless he's part of a mob.

An' -- remind me -- how many times have you tried t'down me an' failed?

You personally? Only the once.

I'd have been perfectly content to leave you to your paint and chocolate if you had just played by the rules.

Th'rules? Just which rules? Th'ones that let you win?

How about the ones where I was left alone and did my job instead of having to plot your downfall to assure my own survival?

You've felt what a lack of belief does.

Needs of th'many.

[The needs of the children, the needs of the world with the beliefs and pleasant memories that came from childhood, overrode Pitch's need to be believed in.]

Needs of the many.

[It's mocking and harsh.]

What do you know about what they need? What do you fools with your moonblind sense of cozy safety know about staying that way? Wonder doesn't keep the brats from being kidnapped. Happy memories don't keep them from being killed. Hope doesn't teach them how to fend for themselves.

Maybe you've been hitting the chocolate a bit too hard, or maybe you're just that far out of touch.

Y'ever think that maybe th'people doin' all that to those kids had been too tortured by fears, like you bring?

[He thrust his finger into Pitch's face, eyes narrowed.]

That maybe if you let us do our jobs without your bloody fears and nightmares that all this crap you're spouting wouldn't have happened? That all of it is your own damned fault?

Watch where you point that thing, wouldn't want to lose it like the rest of your people now would you?

[He doesn't step back though.]

Fear will always exist in humanity, they're born afraid and they die afraid. You just refuse to see that it's only sense that I guide and rule them until they can handle having to deal with anything else.

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