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North Pole - December 26, 9 a.m.
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| *yawn* Oy! What a hangover. Last thing I remember was landing the sleigh and then Lou, the assistant Easter Bunny waving a bottle of Everclear around. I hope I had fun... | |
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This appears to be a message... Someone, somewhere -
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| AAIIEE!!! What the hot-buttered fuck?! Rudolph? | |
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| Next time I ask for a bunny, it better be a cute, fluffy one, you fat, quiescently frozen fucksicle! | |
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| Why is there a reindeer ass in the freezer? I told you I wanted carrots, goddammit! | |
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