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| Aren't you supposed to be delivering presents?! | |
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| But, why? You're the jolliest fat man ever! | |
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| EXACTLY! I want Jenny Craig or I'm not delivering presents this year. | |
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| But, if you lose all that weight, you won't be Santa anymore! | |
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| Sure I will. I just won't get stuck in any more goddamn chimneys and have to call Randolph the red-nosed paramedic to help me out! | |
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