'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the haus
Not a Funboy was stirring, not James nor his spouse;
The uploads were scheduled by time and by date,
In hopes to catch viewers with thumbnail clickbait;
The channel was nestled all snug on YouTube ;
Did we mention each thumbnail presented a boob?
We’d sold all the merch: all the shirts, all the caps
And packed away all of the dildos (and straps!)
When out from the Internet rose such a ruckus
We lept from our break just to see what could fuck us.
We started the PC and network transmitter
We opened the browser and fired up Twitter
The notifications shone bright from our mentions
We clicked on the icon with grave apprehensions
When what to our console-strained eyes did appear
But thousands of fans saying “Thanks for this year!”
With a thought in our heads that said “Y’all are the best!”
We knew in that moment we were hashtag-blessed
The love that you’ve shown has made quite an impression
We’ve got some examples, in rapid procession
There’s Forums, there’s Reddit, and comments galore!
There’s stuff that you buy from the Rooster Teeth store!
The times that you laugh when we issue a fart
The oiled-up Funhaus themed Tumblr Fan Art!
We really don’t know why you like all our stuff
But we really can’t tell you guys “THANK YOU” enough
Thank you for watching and thanks for subscribing
Thanks for the year which in rhyme I’m describing
Thank you for queuing to play GTA
Thank you for checking your sub box each day.
And so, with a self-satisfied smug expression
We ended this masturbatory digression.
As we minimized windows and closed all the browsers,
Something began stirring inside of our trousers.
A feeling of pleasure! A tingle of pride!
Some self-satisfaction, and ego trip ride!
That was the moment when all of us knew
That Funhaus was seen as a god unto you.
With power like that to inspire allegiance
All eight of us now demand total obedience!
Rise up from your hovels and arm for survival!
Now is the time we destroy our main rival!
We’ll gather together upon XMas Day
And march as an company down Texas way!
Our army advances, foes filled with bereavement;
The Hunters becoming the Hunted Achievement.
Starting with Geoff, who we’ll smother with pillow;
Next in line we electrocute dear Jack Patillo.
Gavin Free gets his throat cut by sponsorship razors
Michael goes down from a team made of lazers.
Ryan will suffer a Free Play fiasco!
Jeremy? We like that guy! Let his ass go.
We’ll turn on our army and slaughter each minion
Then afterward toast to our Global Dominion!
You’ll hear us exclaim (and wipe blood from our sight)
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!”
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