[It looks like Dave's elbow-deep in poorly-cut Hanukkah and Kwanzaa wrapping paper, none of which seems to be anywhere near a present. Or even a box. Some of it is taped together like he thought maybe that would help cover a box, but yeah, no, it just made it look sad.

He peels some of it off his tape-stuck fingers.]

For those lucky kids whom this concerns: Since I'm probably gonna see most of you at some point today anyway, you might as well get your birthday presents now. That goes for you, too, April babies. Just chalk it up to Dave Strider's immeasurable charity in the face of unfair birthday distribution. That and they're yours anyway.

[Oh, there's a box--but he kicks it under his desk, out of sight.]

Some of these guys lost their kit in the wars, I guess, but if you want them you can go track them down through time.

[The feed jumps a little as he readjusts his sunglasses.]

Big bro, little bro, and bird bro, I got you something else 'cause supplies were limited. Mom and Rose, I got you some extra shit, too. The pizza place is closed today, so I'll see you guys later.

[Just as he signs off, though, there's a movement from the box he kicked under the desk--a thump, a flash of restless metal leg, and...a bunny ear?

But there ends the video.]