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Hours later, in a Maximum Security Asylum...
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| Great. I’m in a nuthouse, I’ve been declared a danger to society, and my wife’s sleeping with the neighbour’s dog. | |
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| Still, there is a bright side to all this. At least I’m not being ass-raped by Father Christmas! | |
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Ding Dong! Visiting Hours!
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| You’ve got five minutes, Santa. | |
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| Arrr! Five minutes ‘ll be plenty… | |
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