I just wanted to wish all of you guys a Very Happy Holidays from us. Thanks for all the support in 2004 and we look forward to 2005 with you guys. Have a safe and Happy Holidays.

Hi Mike!


A Happy Holiday to you and all of the Albion crew as well :D


Take it easy and have fun!

Merry X-Mas Mike: After I recover from my recent purchases will get back to you with questions, at least, and probably an order for some of that nice Mercenarys' Taylor stuff. (You should update with new products next year, although there are a few things currently available that I an interested in.)

Oh, and thanks again for the excellent customer service.

Mike!
A very MERRY CHRISTMAS to you & yours and all at Albion as well.

Bill
aka the other Bill G.

GOD JUL!!
Mike and all others on Albion. :)

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Kiss a reindeer for me sexy!

And I quote...

Patrick Kelly wrote:

Kiss a reindeer for me sexy!

All for you my friend... Muah :-*

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Let's see some tongue baby!

Another Albion apprenticeship?

:eek: With those eye and yellow skin and that red tongue,
i think you need to see a doctor, Mike! :lol:

Merry Xmas to you Mike & crew at Albion..... Now as to the fact that everything Patrick has said Mike has come back with a picture of what Patrick has said, i'm scared what else Mike has for pictures hehe :)

For your Christmas amusement ;-)

Santa & his Raindeer
Deck the House

Merry Christmas everyone!

A wee Christmas treat that I lifted from elsewhere:

The Missing X-File Episode

Mulder: We’re too late. It’s already been here.

Scully: Mulder, I hope you know what you are doing.

Mulder: Look, Scully, just like the other homes: Douglas fir, truncated, mounted, transformed into some sort of shrine; halls decked with boughs of holly; stockings hung by the chimney, with care.

Scully: You really think someone’s been here?

Mulder: Someone or some thing.

Scully: Mulder, over here–it’s fruitcake.

Mulder: Don’t touch it! Those things can be lethal.

Scully: It’s O.K. There’s a note attached: “Gonna find out who’s naughty and nice.”

Mulder: It’s judging them, Scully. It’s making a list.

Scully: Who? What are you talking about?

Mulder: Ancient mythology tells of an obese humanoid entity who could travel at great speed in a craft powered by antlered servants. Once each year, near the winter solstice, this creature is said to descend from the heavens to reward its followers and punish its disbelievers with jagged chunks of anthracite.

Scully: But that’s legend, Mulder–a story told by parents to frighten children. Surely, you don’t believe it?

Mulder: Something was here tonight, Scully. Check out the bite marks on this gingerbread man. Whatever tore through this plate of cookies was massive – and in a hurry.

Scully: It left crumbs everywhere. And look, Mulder, this milk glass has been completely drained.

Mulder: It gorged itself, Scully. It fed without remorse.

Scully: But why would they leave it milk and cookies?

Mulder: Appeasement. Tonight is the Eve, and nothing can stop its wilding.

Scully: But if this thing does exist, how did it get in? The doors and windows were locked. There’s no sign of forced entry.

Mulder: Unless I miss my guess, it came through the fireplace.

Scully: Wait a minute, Mulder. If you are saying some huge creature landed on the roof and came down the chimney, you’re crazy. The flue is barely six inches wide. Nothing could get through there.

Mulder: But what if it could alter its shape, move in all directions.

Scully: You mean, like a bowl full of jelly?

Mulder: Exactly. Scully, I’ve never told anyone this, but when I was a child my home was visited. I saw the creature. It had long white strips of fur surrounding its ruddy, misshapen head. Its bloated torso was red and white. I’ll never forget the horror. I turned away, and when I looked back it had somehow taken on the facial features of my father.

Scully: Impossible.

Mulder: I know what I saw. And that night it read my mind. It brought me a Mr. Potato Head, Scully. IT KNEW I WANTED A MR. POTATO HEAD.

Scully: I’m sorry, Mulder, but you’re asking me to disregard the laws of physics. You want me to believe in some supernatural being who soars across the skies and brings gifts to good little girls and boys. Listen to what you are saying. Do you understand the repercussions? If this gets out, they’ll close the X-files.

Mulder: Scully, listen to me: It knows when you are sleeping. It knows when you’re awake.

Scully: But we have no proof.

Mulder: Last year, on this exact date, S.E.T.I. radio telescopes detected bogeys in the airspace over twenty-seven states. The White House ordered a Condition Red.

Scully: But that was a meteor shower.

Mulder: Officially. Two days ago, eight prized Scandinavian reindeer vanished from the National Zoo in Washington, D.C. Nobody - not even the zookeeper - was told about it. The government doesn’t want people to know about Project Kringle. They fear that if this thing is proved to exist, then the public would stop spending half its annual income in a holiday shopping frenzy. Retail markets will collapse. Scully, they cannot let the world believe this creature lives. There’s too much at stake. They’ll do whatever it takes to insure another silent night.

Scully: Mulder, I – Scully: On the roof. It sounds like . . . a clatter.

Mulder: The truth is up there. Let’s see what’s the matter…

Fin

And a Happy New Year,

David

David;

Great stuff, actually it is too bad that the series never made(I think?) an episode like this: You know this could have been THE script for it!

I'm not joking this reads like a REAL quality script.

Well merry X-Mas again.

Hi Jean,

Thanks-- but just to be clear, I didn't write it myself! I just found it elsewhere, enjoyed it, and shared it.

It reads like a real episode though, doesn't it? :lol:

David