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| Sorry Don Clause - Freddy couldn't make it - actually, they told me he couldn't crack into your thick layer of - ah, melting snow dreams? So - the Craven sent me! | |
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| Quote the Craven - please please PLEASE - NO MORE!!! | |
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| PREPARE TO MEET YOUR MAKER NOW OLD MAN - and pray it ain't the Coca-Cola Company! | |
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| Now - just wait a minute... we are so close to the Yuletide! Don't you want anything? ANYTHING?!? JUST ASK! MAKE UP A LIST! It's my business to grant wishes...! | |
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| It... is? The Craven didn't tell me I was offing... like... a genie?!? I am sorry... I had a difficult childhood, y'know... | |
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| Yeah - I know! You were a particularly vicious little naughty one back in the day... But even naughty naughty ones get presents nowadays, so... shoot! | |
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