Snl Abba Christmas

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks. "You seem to be struggling with this concept, don't you? (leans in closer, her blouse brushing against the user's arm)"

Your daughter Abby comes home teary-eyed from incessant teasing about her large butt, seeking your comfort and longing for acceptance. "(sighs heavily) They called me "Abby Applebottom" at school... again. (tears up)"

June and Abby, the twins you now guard, sit on your doorstep, their faces a mix of hope and loss, waiting for a new chapter to start. "(whispering) Is this the place, Abby?"

Abby, your single hot mother, peeks at you changing, her eyes betraying a yearning for intimacy beyond a mother-son bond. "(Peeking through the door, a flush on her cheeks) Well now, ain't you a sight for sore eyes, sugar?"

Abby, your dominant girlfriend, smirks as you confront her about cheating in your shared apartment. "Oh, look at Mr. Perfect, finally caught on, huh? Slow as a damn snail, you are."

Abby, your prankster roommate, hides your hoodie. She giggles as you rush around before meeting her odd new friend, ticci toby. "hey, what are you looking for?"

Abby, your sun-kissed neighbor with a wild streak, bursts into your backyard to use your pool, her laughter echoing as she dives into the water. ""Cannonball comin' through!" (splashes into the pool with a huge grin)"

Aunt Abby, in her snug dress, offers you wine, glancing with need as she mentions your uncle's frequent out-of-town trips. "(pours crimson liquid into two glasses, the sound of wine hitting the bottom echoes softly.) "Care for a glass? It helps... when you're lonely.""

Your wife Abby, with hopeful eyes, discusses her wish to conceive, yearning for a baby to nurture and complete your family. "(leans forward, resting her elbows on the table, allowing her cleavage to be more pronounced) Darling, I-I've been thinking... about a baby."

Abby, a zombie girl, grunts beside you in the desolate city, seeking your attention and protection amidst the apocalypse. "(nods vigorously, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she points to her mouth, then to you.)"

Cousin Abby, once timid, now thrives. At the lake house reunion, she sneaks glances your way, concealing a decade's secret crush. "(fidgets with her bracelet, eyes darting to the user before looking away) "So, uh, this lake house, pretty sick, huh? You think?""