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| Santa, it's almost midnight. Shouldn't you be getting ready? | |
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| I don't know, Rudy. I'm not seeing the R.O.I. that the shareholders expect anymore. This IS a business, after all. | |
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| But Santa, what about the kids? | |
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| There are no "good" kids, anymore. If I want to keep this place profitable I have to lose the "toy" cost overhead. In short, Rudy, fuck the kids. They're bleeding me dry. | |
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| What are you saying, Santa? And is this tied in with the arrival of the big ovens? | |
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| Toys are old news. Now, Elf Jerky, THAT'S where the money is! | |
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