"Okay, here's all the money, just don't kill me.""Got it. Isn't there anything else?""N-no...""Come on...""Well... I kind of want a pony.""Done and done."
"Empty the register or I'll shoot your eye out."
Someone's been naughty this year.
"See Timmy, Santa didn't have enough presents so he whacked the little old lady for her purse and stuffed her into a bag for Susie down the street. A good whiff of cordite doesn't seem like such a bad idea to Santa right now... catch my drift?"
Because I'm SANTA, and I don't HAVE TO walk through your stupid rope lined corridor, THAT'S why!
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