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Santa finds himself lost, as dawn breaks on Christmas Day...
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| How the Hell did we end up here, Rudolph? This ain't the North Pole! | |
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Santa's puzzlement soon turns to apprehension....
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| Why are you looking at me like that, Rudolph? | |
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And the evil truth begins to dawn on our jolly friend.
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| Wait a minute.... you're not Rudolph!! | |
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| Man...just think of the sirloins I'm gonna get off this meaty bastard... | |
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