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| Ahhhhhh! Spiders! Spiders! They're everywhere! | |
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| Hey, what's with you, Santa? | |
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| Th-the spiders! Can't you see their evil little eyes? THEIR EYES!!!!! | |
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| Santa is suffering from Holiday Tuberculosis. Is this the end for Christmas joy? | |
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| It's the end of Christmas joy! Run from fear! Fear of the spiders! | |
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| I can only hope the child he had with Rudolph can fill his shoes. | |
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