Day 4. I've been sitting in the cold for 14 hours (minutes) now. In the distance, a pack of ferocious dogs, chasing innocent creatures and tearing through their flesh as I watch. Am I scared? No. Is it because I shoot exploding gifts at bystanders? Because I materialize razor-sharp snowflakes out of my butt? Because I shoot snowballs the size of of a wrecking ball? No.
These are my dogs.