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Elfy the elf, [great toy makers not the best name givers those elfs] approaches and young caucasion male called Jimmy the Jim looking sad in a park.
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| so, you work for santa, huh? | |
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| Yes in the North Pole. The most magical place on earth. | |
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| That's a registered trademark of the Disney coperation... You know you would creep most children out, you greeny bastard, and what's with the smile? | |
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| Now I don't think it's fair to say I'm creepy. | |
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And Elfy was true to his word, that Christmas Day Jimmy's parents awoke not to find presents a plenty wrapped in great big boys, but rather their twelve year old son laying dead in a pool of blood.
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| Why not? Look at you you're making my damn skin crawl. Look I'm running out of intelligent witty dialouge, so please just leave me be. | |
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| Sleep with one eye open boy, one eye open. | |
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