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| Santa's been into the Rum again. | |
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| Uh-oh, let's just hope that he can't get into the stables this time... | |
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| Now listen here, you little flying veal cutlet, you WILL guide my sleigh tonight or I'll wiggle my nose and plant my shit kickers in your chimney, got it? | |
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| I'm not Rudolph, Santa, I keep telling you that. I'm Ricardo. Chill out. | |
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