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| Look, Santa, I'm NOT an alien. I'm an elf. | |
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| Well, you LOOK like a friggin' alien. I thought my elves were little midgety guys, not green pointy freakazoids. | |
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| Is that any way to talk to somebody who's brought you a gift? | |
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| Yeah, right. Like that box isn't filled with black cancer. | |
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| Gettin' into the eggnog a little early this year, fatso? | |
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| Just keep your distance, molester from beyond the stars. | |
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