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| What is it exactly that we´re up to? | |
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| I´ll answer that question just one more time: Our mission is to blow up Santa´s toy factories. Preferably with Santa inside. | |
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| And why would we do such a dreadful thing? | |
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| We want to ensure that Santa won´t be able to deliver any gifts this Christmas. Which means our boss will be the sole competitor in the Christmas gift market on Alpha Centauri. | |
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| But Santa never comes to Alpha Centauri! | |
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| Then who put that load of coals in my stockings last Christmas, you smartass? Our parents? I got reason enough to finish Santa off. | |
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