Oh, well, the merry and festive traditional Christmas depression was closing in, but this sounds like much more fun. There's a slight smile on Arthur's face as he answers: "I say I can't think of anybody else I'd rather smoke an illicit substance with."

"And... I'm sorry, like whose from the what?" Those books were published in the fifties, my dude, and there's no Muppets adaptation of them, so Arthur doesn't have a clue.