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THE SECRET IS FINALLY REVEALED! This may be important.
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| (Lord Finisher) This is killing me - what is it? | |
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| (Santa Clause) Ok - this is the secret. My reindeer team is nothing more than a bunch of hot female nymphomaniac metamorphs - they constantly need the sex. | |
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Which it is. Stay freakin' tuned or you'll end up letting your imagination take over.
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| (Lord Finisher) Wait a goddamned minute here - you're honestly telling me that your team needs to get porked repeatedly? | |
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| (Santa Claus) Fuq yeah - the reason why I'm so uppity around Christmas time is because the team is so ecstatic that I don't need to give them anything. | |
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LF finally sees the perfect opportunity - his dreams finally coming true...
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| (Lord Finisher) Holy flying fuxors... what have I gotten into? | |
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| (Santa Claus) Well, I came here to see if you're willing to do me a favor - would you pork my sled team so I can finally get Mrs. Claus off of my ass about giving her some? | |
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