The Elfs and Elves defeated, we a-charged the uppity-stair past the glitter-halls of Consumpce and the shimmer-aisles of Green-Eye and the heaved hordes of Goods, towards that lord of the Mothership of Mass Consumption, the Red Man of the Red Star, He Who Births Christmas, the One and Only Repetitive and Timeless One, the Santaman. Thar he stood, resplendent in Cadmium Red, whipp-a-cracking his Rain Deer Whip and causing glitter-balls to flash and bash our horde.
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