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| Santa, I've been looking all over for you. I want to give this professional rivalry a rest. How about a Christmas truce? | |
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| Sure thing, Frosty, ol' pal. Let's make a nativity scene right here. I brought some dry straw for the manger. | |
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| Great! That's it. Just pile it up all around-- hey, what's the Zippo for? | |
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| HO HO HOOOO! Nobody fucks with Santa's market share! | |
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