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Back at the White House...the word is out and the President has to face the music.
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| Mr. President, why was Santa Claus killed? | |
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| This is a sad, sad day for the American people. Unfortunately, Mr. Claus had fallen in with the wrong crowd and- | |
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| But Mr. President, how can this be? It's just so...not real, it's- | |
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| Ok, I must confess. There are other reasons why he had to be put down like a sick cow. | |
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| For one, I didn't get that darn oil well I asked for from him when I was 6. That dirty bastard. | |
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