Yes, it's back.. I promise not to take up so much space.. As I'm one shoting them for now one...
MATURE CONTENT WARNING:
Saten Twist and Master Sword are at a mall, only to get a rude brush-off from the Santa who works there when he leaves for the night. As a result, Sword vows to kill Santa for blowing him off. And knowing Sword, he wasn't joking.
Saten: Man, anda may want to calm down there
Sword: f that beslubbering, onion-eyed maggot-pie thinks he can just blow me off like that, he's got another thing coming..(pulls out Pistol) And it's full of led (points it)
Saten: (slaps it away) Geez louise man!
Sword: anda know what. I'm killing him. You're driving me. Let's go.
Saten: Dri... Driving anda where?
Sword; To the North Pole to see Santa Claus.
Saten: Really? Up to the North Pole? How do anda expect me to get there?
Sword: We drive
Saten: I'm not driving anda to north pole.
Voice: Bar closing
Saten: ... Okay I'll drve you.
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FAKE NORTH POLE:
Sword: This is it huh?
Saten: Yep. This is it.
Teen: Yo, yo, what's up, y'alls? Y'alls ready to kick it in some fine North Pole gear?!
Sword: ... Saten. Does the North Pole usually having teenagers.
Saten: Yeah, sure.
Sword: Hmm... Let me ask something else.. (pins him on dinding pointing the gun) anda THINK I'M AN IDIOT!?
Saten: I..
Sword: anda can't jerk me around when it comes to Santa Claus, dude! There is a Ferris wheel here, and a guy hosing vomit! Nobody vomits at the North Pole! Except for Santa's wife because she has an eating disorder!
Saten: What?
Sword: Yeah, 'cause he can have anyone he wants, and she knows that!
Saten: Okay Sword, there's something I should probably tell you.
Sword: Fine (lowers gun)
Saten: I hate to tell anda this Sword, but there really is no Santa.
Sword: ... (chuckles) That's funny.. I thought anda berkata Santa wasn't real.. What's next, hmm? . Um, who else isn't real? Hmm? Y...You gonna tell me SpongeBob? Is he not real? Huh? Is SpongeBob not there at the bottom of the ocean giving Squidward the business? Hmm? atau what about Curious George? Huh? Does he not really exist? Hmm? Is Curious George not out there makin' little boats out of newspapers that he should be delivering? Huh? Educate yourself, anda fool!
Saten: Guess we'll have to do this the hard way then.
Sword: anda know, anda know why nothing works out for you, Twist!? Because you've got a negative attitude. Like Eeyore.
Saten: Oh, that's not fair Master. I don't think I have a negative attitude. I just don't think it's a good idea for us to embark on a potentially dangerous journey whe...
Sword: I still have a loaded gun.. Now drive me to the real North Pole.
Saten: What do I get out of this?
Sword: Help me and ... I'll take anda and Trixie with me to Los Pegasus.
Sword: I'll even pay for the greatest buffets.
Saten: Fine..
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(They drive to Canada but the car breaks down).
Saten: Well that's just great.
Canadian: hey there fokes.
Sword: Well this is convienent
Canadian: Oh, hey there. You're having some car troubles, eh?
Saten: Yeah, we're trying to get to the North Pole. I don't suppose you're from Triple A, are you?
Canadian: Who?
Saten: Triple A, anda know? A-A-A.
Canadian: Oh, AA, eh? Oh, I just came from AA.
Saten: No, not AA! AAA!
Canadian: Yeah, that's what I said. AA, eh?
Saten:: Oh, so anda are with Triple A.
Canadian: Oh, no, that's AAA. I just came from AA, eh?
Sword: Saten I think he's just a drunk.
Saten: Hold on Master, I'm handling this.
Canadian: Well, I can probably take anda to a gas station, eh? anda have cash, eh?
Saten: Well, I dunno, my name carries a little weight, but I don't see how that matters here.
Sword: Look, we don't have enough cash to fix the car and we're kind of on our way to the North Pole.
Canadian: Oh, a car won't take ya there anyway. But if ya like, anda can take my snowmobile.
Saten: ... Really?
Canadian: Oh, sure. That's what Canadian hospitality's all aboot. If ya like, anda can have all my money and my leg.
Sword: ... Okay.
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(skip to the two on the snowmoblie, Sword holding the leg)
Saten: Why'd we take his leg?
Sword: We're in their country, Saten, we have to observe their customs. (drops leg on bump)
Sword: ... Well, at least we're done with the first leg of our journey.
Saten: That pun was bad and anda should feel bad.
Sword (annoyed): Fuck off
Saten: I would, but then you'd be all alone.
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(They arrive)
Sword: There it is, Santa's factory
Saten: ...
Saten: I don't believe it.
They knock and sure enough Santa appears. However Santa is a sick and elderly looking, dying man.
Saten: Santa!?
Santa: Who are you?
Sword: I'm Master Sword (pulls out the handgun) AND I'M HERE TO KILL YOU!
Santa: ... Oh thank god. *kneels in front of them* Please do it.
Sword: What?
Santa: (puts gun in mouth) Do it!
Sword: You.. Want me two?
Santa: Put me out of my misery!
Sword: Whoa man, there's no sport in that.
Santa: *starts coughing, Saten helps him up*
Saten: I... I don't understand. I thought anda were supposed to be jolly and happy.
Santa (shows the factory to be dark gloomy place, and the elfs ll deformed and grey skinned, and the Raindeers all rabid wild animals): I used to be, a long time ago. I made toys for little boys and girls. I loved my work, and they loved me. But it just got out of hand. The world's population kept growing and growing. Kids wanted lebih toys, fancier toys! We used to make wooden choo-choos and rag dolls. anda ever try to make an iPod?! I've got orders for millions of 'em!
Saten: ... (crosses iPod off his list).
Santa: Look at those poor elves.. they're just a sickly race of mutated genetic disasters. At least 60% of them are born blind. The workload destroys them, but they don't know anything else. It's gotten so their instincts take over, and near the end, they just walk out into the snow and die. Then the reindeer eat them, which has turned the reindeer into wild, feral creatures with a blood-lust for elf flesh. I don't even pray for them anymore. Seems pointless. What God would allow this?
Sword (actually frightened, which for him is saying a lot): This is none of the songs atau specials!
Saten: How could anda let this happen?!
Santa: Me!? I didn't do this! natal DID THIS!!
(All the elves stand up angrily).
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SONG:
Santa: Each bel, bell would peal with a silvery zeal, as the holiday feeling was filling us. But now instead all we're feeling is dread, because natal time is killing us!
Elves (all together): Each natal daftar gets us lebih and lebih pissed, till the thought of existence is chilling us!
Santa: I'll tell anda what, shove your daftar up your butt! Because natal time is killing us!
Saten (singing): But can't anda see, that what anda do is a dream come true? Can't anda see that, every smile makes it all worthwhile?
Santa: No, screw, you! It's all but through, there's too much to do! All those dreams are nightmares, (zoom in Elf) AND BLANK ICY STARES!
Santa: Each little elf used to fill up a shelf, making playthings and selflessly thrilling us! Now they're on crack, and it feels like lraq, because Christmastime is killing us!
Elves (together): Each model train only heightens the pain of a workload that's draining and drilling us!
Santa: Fingers all bleed, and look that guy just peed, because natal time is killing us!
Sword (singing): But can't anda see, our point of view? We rely on you. Can't anda see that natal cheer, gets us through the year?
Santa: My whole crew is black and blue, can't anda take a clue? anda may think I look great, (zoom in to tampil his elderly wrinkered skin) BUT I'M TWENTY-EIGHT!
Santa: Each jingle bel, bell is a requiem knell. And while anda think it's swell we are toiling in Hell. Take a look, anda can tell as a man I'm a sheeeeeeeeeell! because Christmastime is killing us! KILLING US! natal time is killing us!
(Song ends with the elves all hanging themselves).
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Santa: (coughs and passes out)
Saten: (jaw dropped)
Sword: ... Is weird that that was a great song?
Saten: (eyes turn to him, having no reply)
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Skips to Santa in hospital.
Saten: Is he going to be okay?! It's Christmas!
Elf Doctor: natal is the problem! He can't keep this pace up anymore. If he goes out tonight, he'll die.
20h agoSword: Which means no lebih Christmas!?
Elf Doctor: Afraid so.
Saten: ... We're do it
Sword and Doctor (together): What!?
Saten: anda were right Sword, he IS real. And he needs our help.
Sword: Alright. So how do we start?
Saten': Don't worry, Santa. We'll make sure there's a natal this year.
Santa: Thank anda red pony. That brings me peace in this hour. I'll be with Allah soon.
Saten: What!?
Dr Elf: H-he's just delerious.
Saten: *clearly uncomfortable* Okay then. So we should probably get started
Sword: Anyone else freaked out oleh that Allah thing?
Saten: Forget that, lets get going.
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(Later as they prepare to leave).
Saten: alright.. (whips) Mush!
*Reindeer don't move*
Sword: It's not working. I think they need to be coaxed. Santa berkata they eat elf flesh.
Sword (sees a misshapen elf standing in the snow, staring blankly at nothing): Hey! hey you! Come over here!
Elf doesn't move.
Saten: I don't think he even knows where he is.
Sword: I guess we should just do it then.
Saten: (sighs, goes over with swissblade)
Saten cuts through the elf's arm, the elf is unfazed and unresponsive.
Saten (takes the arm): So... bye! *runs back to sleigh*
They take off, using the arm as a lure.
Sword: hey dude, that one reindeer just kind of pooped in the other reindeer's face, and the other reindeer just kind of ate it. Isn't natal magical?
Saten: It sure is.
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Sword: Alright. First house of the night
Saten: (tosses gifts carelessly)
Sword: Whoa whoa man! anda can't just toss those all about.
Saten: Why not?
Sword: anda kidding? Those aren't socks and underwear donated oleh the api department to some battered women's shelter. Those are Santa gifts, tampil some care asshole.
Saten: Whatever, I delievered them. *grabs cookie and eats it*
Sword: Did anda just eat that whole cookie off the mantel?!
Saten: What? They left it out for Santa. We're Santa.
Sword: Yeah, but you're not supposed to eat all of it. anda take a bite and a sip of milk..
Saten: Oh anda know what. *pours susu on ground* There. Now they'll know Santa was here
Sword: lebih like Grinch was here.
Saten: Look I'm here giving out presents, I'll eat the damn cookie if I want. In fact, I might make myself a sandwich.
Sword: Don't anda fucking dare!
Saten: *goes into the kitchen*
Man: Who's there!? (turns on light)
Saten: Uhh.. I'm Santa.
Man: Yeah, sure, your Santa. That why anda broke in through the window? I'm calling the cops.
Saten: Wait, we are. We just couldn't fit though the chimey, and forgot the presents.. It's actually a funny stor-
Sword: AHH! (assualts him with bat, spraying blood everywherw)
Saten: WHAT THE HELL!?
Sword: HE WAS GONNA CALL THE COPS! NOBODY CALLS THE FUCKING COPS ON SANTA!
Sword: Now help me drag him to the closet!
Girl: Santa!?
Sword: ... Fuck
Wife: Who are you!?.. (sees body) DAN!?
Saten: Look, we can explain.
Wife flees.
Sword panicks and fires the handgun from earlier.
Girl: MOMMY!
Saten: DUDE!
Sword: I panicked okay! Now find some tape!
The little girl is taped up.
Sword: Alright, now to clean the bat and give to (reads) Johnny... Go check for her brother
Saten: (Goes upstairs) There's only one bedroom!
Sword: Then who's... oh dear god we're in the wrong house!
(sirens blaring)
Sword: Damn it, we tripped the alarm. The cops are coming. Let's go!
Saten: What?! We're just leaving like this? What about not wanting to ruin Christmas?!
Sword: It's already ruined! This was one house. We've been here for an jam and a half! An jam and... First of all, we're not even Santa anymore. This has been a halaman awal invasion. But an jam and a half Saten!
Saten: No wonder Santa lost his mind, we can't do this in one night!
Sword: NOBODY CAN, IT'S FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!!
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ON SLED:
Sword: I can't believe it! We were supposed to save Christmas, and we completely blew it! We failed Santa!
Saten: No. No, we didn't fail Santa. The world failed Santa. The poor man just gives and gives and gives, and everyone just takes him for granted. Hell, I didn't even think he existed until last night.
Sword: I agree. But what are we supposed to do now? natal is doomed.
Saten: Maybe, but there is one thing we can do.
Saten: But we can make things right
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PONYVILLE/THE selanjutnya DAY:
Reporter: This just in, reports from all over the world says that no presents have delivered. We can only assume that everyone has been naugh-
Saten (runs infront of camera): Wait! I know what happened to Santa!
Reporter: Wha?
Twi (from her house): Saten?
(Saten wheels out Santa).
Reporter: Santa?!
Saten: That's right! It's Santa Claus! And the reason there was no natal this tahun is that this man is sick. Very sick. He's been bludgeoned oleh years of greed and avarice. The workload of filling our natal lists has overwhelmed him. And at the rate he's going, he may not make it another year. But there's a way for us to help him. If all of us everywhere can just cut back our demands and ask for only one natal present every year, there may still be hope. I know it's in our nature to resist sacrifice, even in hard times, but if we don't, we may have to give up natal altogether.
Reporter: anda heard him folks. Will we take just one gift a year, can we live with that?
Various people: One is enough... One's enough... I can live with that.
Canada24: Okay, just one.. But if it's a gym membership, someone's getting punched in the fucking face!
END OF EPISODE:
MATURE CONTENT WARNING:
Saten Twist and Master Sword are at a mall, only to get a rude brush-off from the Santa who works there when he leaves for the night. As a result, Sword vows to kill Santa for blowing him off. And knowing Sword, he wasn't joking.
Saten: Man, anda may want to calm down there
Sword: f that beslubbering, onion-eyed maggot-pie thinks he can just blow me off like that, he's got another thing coming..(pulls out Pistol) And it's full of led (points it)
Saten: (slaps it away) Geez louise man!
Sword: anda know what. I'm killing him. You're driving me. Let's go.
Saten: Dri... Driving anda where?
Sword; To the North Pole to see Santa Claus.
Saten: Really? Up to the North Pole? How do anda expect me to get there?
Sword: We drive
Saten: I'm not driving anda to north pole.
Voice: Bar closing
Saten: ... Okay I'll drve you.
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FAKE NORTH POLE:
Sword: This is it huh?
Saten: Yep. This is it.
Teen: Yo, yo, what's up, y'alls? Y'alls ready to kick it in some fine North Pole gear?!
Sword: ... Saten. Does the North Pole usually having teenagers.
Saten: Yeah, sure.
Sword: Hmm... Let me ask something else.. (pins him on dinding pointing the gun) anda THINK I'M AN IDIOT!?
Saten: I..
Sword: anda can't jerk me around when it comes to Santa Claus, dude! There is a Ferris wheel here, and a guy hosing vomit! Nobody vomits at the North Pole! Except for Santa's wife because she has an eating disorder!
Saten: What?
Sword: Yeah, 'cause he can have anyone he wants, and she knows that!
Saten: Okay Sword, there's something I should probably tell you.
Sword: Fine (lowers gun)
Saten: I hate to tell anda this Sword, but there really is no Santa.
Sword: ... (chuckles) That's funny.. I thought anda berkata Santa wasn't real.. What's next, hmm? . Um, who else isn't real? Hmm? Y...You gonna tell me SpongeBob? Is he not real? Huh? Is SpongeBob not there at the bottom of the ocean giving Squidward the business? Hmm? atau what about Curious George? Huh? Does he not really exist? Hmm? Is Curious George not out there makin' little boats out of newspapers that he should be delivering? Huh? Educate yourself, anda fool!
Saten: Guess we'll have to do this the hard way then.
Sword: anda know, anda know why nothing works out for you, Twist!? Because you've got a negative attitude. Like Eeyore.
Saten: Oh, that's not fair Master. I don't think I have a negative attitude. I just don't think it's a good idea for us to embark on a potentially dangerous journey whe...
Sword: I still have a loaded gun.. Now drive me to the real North Pole.
Saten: What do I get out of this?
Sword: Help me and ... I'll take anda and Trixie with me to Los Pegasus.
Sword: I'll even pay for the greatest buffets.
Saten: Fine..
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(They drive to Canada but the car breaks down).
Saten: Well that's just great.
Canadian: hey there fokes.
Sword: Well this is convienent
Canadian: Oh, hey there. You're having some car troubles, eh?
Saten: Yeah, we're trying to get to the North Pole. I don't suppose you're from Triple A, are you?
Canadian: Who?
Saten: Triple A, anda know? A-A-A.
Canadian: Oh, AA, eh? Oh, I just came from AA.
Saten: No, not AA! AAA!
Canadian: Yeah, that's what I said. AA, eh?
Saten:: Oh, so anda are with Triple A.
Canadian: Oh, no, that's AAA. I just came from AA, eh?
Sword: Saten I think he's just a drunk.
Saten: Hold on Master, I'm handling this.
Canadian: Well, I can probably take anda to a gas station, eh? anda have cash, eh?
Saten: Well, I dunno, my name carries a little weight, but I don't see how that matters here.
Sword: Look, we don't have enough cash to fix the car and we're kind of on our way to the North Pole.
Canadian: Oh, a car won't take ya there anyway. But if ya like, anda can take my snowmobile.
Saten: ... Really?
Canadian: Oh, sure. That's what Canadian hospitality's all aboot. If ya like, anda can have all my money and my leg.
Sword: ... Okay.
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(skip to the two on the snowmoblie, Sword holding the leg)
Saten: Why'd we take his leg?
Sword: We're in their country, Saten, we have to observe their customs. (drops leg on bump)
Sword: ... Well, at least we're done with the first leg of our journey.
Saten: That pun was bad and anda should feel bad.
Sword (annoyed): Fuck off
Saten: I would, but then you'd be all alone.
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(They arrive)
Sword: There it is, Santa's factory
Saten: ...
Saten: I don't believe it.
They knock and sure enough Santa appears. However Santa is a sick and elderly looking, dying man.
Saten: Santa!?
Santa: Who are you?
Sword: I'm Master Sword (pulls out the handgun) AND I'M HERE TO KILL YOU!
Santa: ... Oh thank god. *kneels in front of them* Please do it.
Sword: What?
Santa: (puts gun in mouth) Do it!
Sword: You.. Want me two?
Santa: Put me out of my misery!
Sword: Whoa man, there's no sport in that.
Santa: *starts coughing, Saten helps him up*
Saten: I... I don't understand. I thought anda were supposed to be jolly and happy.
Santa (shows the factory to be dark gloomy place, and the elfs ll deformed and grey skinned, and the Raindeers all rabid wild animals): I used to be, a long time ago. I made toys for little boys and girls. I loved my work, and they loved me. But it just got out of hand. The world's population kept growing and growing. Kids wanted lebih toys, fancier toys! We used to make wooden choo-choos and rag dolls. anda ever try to make an iPod?! I've got orders for millions of 'em!
Saten: ... (crosses iPod off his list).
Santa: Look at those poor elves.. they're just a sickly race of mutated genetic disasters. At least 60% of them are born blind. The workload destroys them, but they don't know anything else. It's gotten so their instincts take over, and near the end, they just walk out into the snow and die. Then the reindeer eat them, which has turned the reindeer into wild, feral creatures with a blood-lust for elf flesh. I don't even pray for them anymore. Seems pointless. What God would allow this?
Sword (actually frightened, which for him is saying a lot): This is none of the songs atau specials!
Saten: How could anda let this happen?!
Santa: Me!? I didn't do this! natal DID THIS!!
(All the elves stand up angrily).
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SONG:
Santa: Each bel, bell would peal with a silvery zeal, as the holiday feeling was filling us. But now instead all we're feeling is dread, because natal time is killing us!
Elves (all together): Each natal daftar gets us lebih and lebih pissed, till the thought of existence is chilling us!
Santa: I'll tell anda what, shove your daftar up your butt! Because natal time is killing us!
Saten (singing): But can't anda see, that what anda do is a dream come true? Can't anda see that, every smile makes it all worthwhile?
Santa: No, screw, you! It's all but through, there's too much to do! All those dreams are nightmares, (zoom in Elf) AND BLANK ICY STARES!
Santa: Each little elf used to fill up a shelf, making playthings and selflessly thrilling us! Now they're on crack, and it feels like lraq, because Christmastime is killing us!
Elves (together): Each model train only heightens the pain of a workload that's draining and drilling us!
Santa: Fingers all bleed, and look that guy just peed, because natal time is killing us!
Sword (singing): But can't anda see, our point of view? We rely on you. Can't anda see that natal cheer, gets us through the year?
Santa: My whole crew is black and blue, can't anda take a clue? anda may think I look great, (zoom in to tampil his elderly wrinkered skin) BUT I'M TWENTY-EIGHT!
Santa: Each jingle bel, bell is a requiem knell. And while anda think it's swell we are toiling in Hell. Take a look, anda can tell as a man I'm a sheeeeeeeeeell! because Christmastime is killing us! KILLING US! natal time is killing us!
(Song ends with the elves all hanging themselves).
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Santa: (coughs and passes out)
Saten: (jaw dropped)
Sword: ... Is weird that that was a great song?
Saten: (eyes turn to him, having no reply)
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Skips to Santa in hospital.
Saten: Is he going to be okay?! It's Christmas!
Elf Doctor: natal is the problem! He can't keep this pace up anymore. If he goes out tonight, he'll die.
20h agoSword: Which means no lebih Christmas!?
Elf Doctor: Afraid so.
Saten: ... We're do it
Sword and Doctor (together): What!?
Saten: anda were right Sword, he IS real. And he needs our help.
Sword: Alright. So how do we start?
Saten': Don't worry, Santa. We'll make sure there's a natal this year.
Santa: Thank anda red pony. That brings me peace in this hour. I'll be with Allah soon.
Saten: What!?
Dr Elf: H-he's just delerious.
Saten: *clearly uncomfortable* Okay then. So we should probably get started
Sword: Anyone else freaked out oleh that Allah thing?
Saten: Forget that, lets get going.
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(Later as they prepare to leave).
Saten: alright.. (whips) Mush!
*Reindeer don't move*
Sword: It's not working. I think they need to be coaxed. Santa berkata they eat elf flesh.
Sword (sees a misshapen elf standing in the snow, staring blankly at nothing): Hey! hey you! Come over here!
Elf doesn't move.
Saten: I don't think he even knows where he is.
Sword: I guess we should just do it then.
Saten: (sighs, goes over with swissblade)
Saten cuts through the elf's arm, the elf is unfazed and unresponsive.
Saten (takes the arm): So... bye! *runs back to sleigh*
They take off, using the arm as a lure.
Sword: hey dude, that one reindeer just kind of pooped in the other reindeer's face, and the other reindeer just kind of ate it. Isn't natal magical?
Saten: It sure is.
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Sword: Alright. First house of the night
Saten: (tosses gifts carelessly)
Sword: Whoa whoa man! anda can't just toss those all about.
Saten: Why not?
Sword: anda kidding? Those aren't socks and underwear donated oleh the api department to some battered women's shelter. Those are Santa gifts, tampil some care asshole.
Saten: Whatever, I delievered them. *grabs cookie and eats it*
Sword: Did anda just eat that whole cookie off the mantel?!
Saten: What? They left it out for Santa. We're Santa.
Sword: Yeah, but you're not supposed to eat all of it. anda take a bite and a sip of milk..
Saten: Oh anda know what. *pours susu on ground* There. Now they'll know Santa was here
Sword: lebih like Grinch was here.
Saten: Look I'm here giving out presents, I'll eat the damn cookie if I want. In fact, I might make myself a sandwich.
Sword: Don't anda fucking dare!
Saten: *goes into the kitchen*
Man: Who's there!? (turns on light)
Saten: Uhh.. I'm Santa.
Man: Yeah, sure, your Santa. That why anda broke in through the window? I'm calling the cops.
Saten: Wait, we are. We just couldn't fit though the chimey, and forgot the presents.. It's actually a funny stor-
Sword: AHH! (assualts him with bat, spraying blood everywherw)
Saten: WHAT THE HELL!?
Sword: HE WAS GONNA CALL THE COPS! NOBODY CALLS THE FUCKING COPS ON SANTA!
Sword: Now help me drag him to the closet!
Girl: Santa!?
Sword: ... Fuck
Wife: Who are you!?.. (sees body) DAN!?
Saten: Look, we can explain.
Wife flees.
Sword panicks and fires the handgun from earlier.
Girl: MOMMY!
Saten: DUDE!
Sword: I panicked okay! Now find some tape!
The little girl is taped up.
Sword: Alright, now to clean the bat and give to (reads) Johnny... Go check for her brother
Saten: (Goes upstairs) There's only one bedroom!
Sword: Then who's... oh dear god we're in the wrong house!
(sirens blaring)
Sword: Damn it, we tripped the alarm. The cops are coming. Let's go!
Saten: What?! We're just leaving like this? What about not wanting to ruin Christmas?!
Sword: It's already ruined! This was one house. We've been here for an jam and a half! An jam and... First of all, we're not even Santa anymore. This has been a halaman awal invasion. But an jam and a half Saten!
Saten: No wonder Santa lost his mind, we can't do this in one night!
Sword: NOBODY CAN, IT'S FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!!
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ON SLED:
Sword: I can't believe it! We were supposed to save Christmas, and we completely blew it! We failed Santa!
Saten: No. No, we didn't fail Santa. The world failed Santa. The poor man just gives and gives and gives, and everyone just takes him for granted. Hell, I didn't even think he existed until last night.
Sword: I agree. But what are we supposed to do now? natal is doomed.
Saten: Maybe, but there is one thing we can do.
Saten: But we can make things right
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PONYVILLE/THE selanjutnya DAY:
Reporter: This just in, reports from all over the world says that no presents have delivered. We can only assume that everyone has been naugh-
Saten (runs infront of camera): Wait! I know what happened to Santa!
Reporter: Wha?
Twi (from her house): Saten?
(Saten wheels out Santa).
Reporter: Santa?!
Saten: That's right! It's Santa Claus! And the reason there was no natal this tahun is that this man is sick. Very sick. He's been bludgeoned oleh years of greed and avarice. The workload of filling our natal lists has overwhelmed him. And at the rate he's going, he may not make it another year. But there's a way for us to help him. If all of us everywhere can just cut back our demands and ask for only one natal present every year, there may still be hope. I know it's in our nature to resist sacrifice, even in hard times, but if we don't, we may have to give up natal altogether.
Reporter: anda heard him folks. Will we take just one gift a year, can we live with that?
Various people: One is enough... One's enough... I can live with that.
Canada24: Okay, just one.. But if it's a gym membership, someone's getting punched in the fucking face!
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