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Suddenly, out on the lonesome dark alley, Darryl met a very suspicious looking fellow.
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| Holy Jesus, he is real! I hope he didn't hear that comment from the previous strip! | |
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| Can I help you there, young man? Ho Ho Ho! | |
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Darryl is nervous, but works up the courage to ask the red-robed man a pressing question that has plauged him since youth.
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| Are you Santa Claus, Father of Christmas? | |
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| No, fucker. I'm just the hired help. Here, let me take off my costume. | |
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| Okay...this is officially fucked up now. | |
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| The Santa thing just sells way better...America loves fat people. | |
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