A shadowy group appears in the darkened street below Piro's and Largo's balcony at the Megagamer's store. There seem to be six figures in the group, or perhaps seven. As they begin to sing, a light goes on within the apartment, and a pair of familiar shapes are silhouetted at the window.

Here We Come A-Rampaging
( to the tune of Here We Come A-Wassailing)

Here we come a-rampaging
Along the Tokyo streets,
Here we come a rioting
To make your day complete!
Sticks and stones strike at you,
And may you go rampage too,
But we'll hail you, and send you
A ticket to our rave,
And we'll send you a ticket to our rave!


We're the minions of the girl
You call the Evil Queen,
We're the raver zombie hordes,
And we're dee-come-pose-ing!
Sticks and stones strike at you,
And may you go rampage too,
But we'll hail you, and send you
A ticket to our rave,
And we'll send you a ticket to our rave!


Good Largo come and dance with us
For just a little while,
Put aside your crossbow and
Give us a little smile!
Sticks and stones strike at you,
And may you go rampage too,
But we'll hail you, and send you
A ticket to our rave,
And we'll send you a ticket to our rave!


We are victims of a curse
That Miho put upon
Us ravers when you found for her
The Necrowombicon!
Sticks and stones strike at you,
And may you go rampage too,
But we'll hail you, and send you
A ticket to our rave,
And we'll send you a ticket to our rave!


Could you and Piro let us in?
For we would like to dine,
Some human brains and bone marrow
Would suit us all just fine!
Sticks and stones strike at you,
And may you go rampage too,
But we'll hail you, and send you
A ticket to our rave,
And we'll send you a ticket to our rave!


Oh that's too bad, you don't feel well,
We hope you're better soon,
So you can come and dance with us
Beneath the winter moon!
Sticks and stones strike at you,
And may you go rampage too,
But we'll hail you, and send you
A ticket to our rave,
And we'll send you a ticket to our rave!


Shouting and the sound of heavy furniture being shifted in front of the door can be heard coming from the apartment. The carolers move off, their giggling voices sounding suspiciously familiar.

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