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While lost in the vast Swamps of Rehktumme, Mortiis and Tentaculus are confronted by an ancient demon of unparalleled greed and power.
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| HO HO HO. There you are, you naughty little elf. I've been looking all over for you. | |
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| Umm...I'm not an elf, Mr. Santa. I'm Mortiis, the most gay and evil man alive. | |
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| Now now, there's no need for lies. Just come with me back to the sweatshop and complete your contract as agreed upon. | |
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| But, umm, I'm really not an elf. See? These are just latex prosthetics. Hahah. Pretty funny, huh? | |
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| Get into the goddamned sleigh NOW, weakling, before I break you the fuck in half. | |
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