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Santa and his lover, Nathan, have a fight...
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| C'mon Nathan, don't go away mad... I really liked your chicken chili. I was just being petty. | |
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| No, Santa. You said it tasted like elf poo and you ment it. Just... just let me go home. | |
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| Nathan... If you leave, you're going on the naughty list! | |
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| I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone there. | |
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| That's real low, Santa. Real low. | |
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