the jims perk up from their mountains upon mountains of presents, rushing over and pushing mod bri out the way again. the mod holding her head – possibly breaking her skull.
“NANI?” jim twin #1 perks up, “SO LIKE…JESUS OF THE CHRIST?”
“ISNT IT HIS BIRTHDAY TODAY?” jim twin #2 asks, “I DID NEVER PAY ATTENTION EVER IN SUNDAY SCHOOL.”
“WHY YES IT IS!! BUT…”
the two twins look at each other, a light bulb going off in their heads, “WHICH MEANS MORE PRESENTS!!”
they jump around in excitement, all on top of mod bri, who is slowly being crushed by every bit of their weight. the poor mod groaning and yelling for the anon’s help.
“YES!! WE ARE BOTH THE NEWBORN KING AND SAVORS!! IT IS OUR DAY OF BIRTH FROM…ERM…” jim twin #2 struggles.
“FROM SAVING YOU FROM SIN!! NOW BUY US MORE GIFTS OR WE WILL DAMN YOU TO A HELL WITH SHOOTIES!!”
at this point, mod bri is basically dead. the twins paying no mind as they drive back into their presents.