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| Ho, ho, ho, there! Where do you think you're going, little one? Don't think you're getting away with not helping me load this shit on the sleigh! | |
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| Ho, ho, ho! No fuckin' family's killin' Santy in a fit of rage tonight! | |
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Unbeknownst to Santa, he was actually wearing Mrs. Claus' negligee.
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| Hey, Mrs. Claus! Santa's bullet-proof vest just came in! | |
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