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In his travels for sanity, Algirdas visits Santa Claus at the North Pole.
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| Hello, Algirdas! Welcome to my humble abode! | |
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| Hi, Santa. How's Christmas coming along? | |
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| A man can live in a cellar and still dream of falling! | |
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Of course, sanity won't be found here.
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| Mimes taste like licorice and marshmallows! | |
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| That does it. Next year, Hannukah for sure. | |
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