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Its Christmas eve in the Cretin household. Not a creature was stirring, except for some fat guy in a red suit.
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| Man, I'm Santa, who the fuck do you think I am. If my red suit, and beard aren't obvious enough. | |
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| Man, he isn't even real. Are you retarded or something. I'm gunna fuck you up. Stealing on Christmas. The lowest of the low. | |
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| Whoa. Buddy. Lets take it back a few seconds. I AM Santa Clause. He is real. You just never got anything because you were a rotten kid. | |
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Don't mess with the big SC, he sees all. I'd rather be on his good side.
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| Mmm Hmm, well I'm the one with the axe, so you better shut the fuck up, before I turn you into mince meat. | |
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| Now you better watch what you're saying. Im Santa Clause. I see all, and I can expose all the bad shit you've done in your life. Remember that 14 year old red head from Michigan? | |
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