"Now what is it?", Santa grumbled as he laid a fat line of cocaine out on the desk. "Can't you see I'm eating breakfast?" He produced a short silver straw from his pocket and the white powder quickly disappeared up his famously red nose. "HO-HO-HOLEE S**T THAT'S GOOD STUFF!" he roared.
"Sir, we're down two more elves." treat answered.
"Oh, what the f**k happened now?" Santa asked disgustedly.
"Well Sir" the elf began, "it appears whodey might have had some insight into who the spies were, so while he was sleeping they ambushed him and shoved AquaDots up his vagina until the GHB in them caused him to lapse into a coma."
"No big loss." Santa mumbled. "He was a douchebag."
"Also sir", treat continued, "Fleshner's severed head was found near the Reindeer Barn with this note stapled to it". He handed Santa a bloodstained piece of paper.
Dear Fat F**k,
I told you it wasn't my fault that your slut wife liked melting Frosty's icicle. All I did was hold the camcorder and post the video on the Internet. But Noooooooo, you decided to cast me out into the cold, dark, night. Well, now you obese p***k, I'm gonna cast your elves out into the cold..one at a time...starting with this one.
Eat S**t,
Manson
"Well",Santa said, "he's right on one account. My wife is a slut. Did the paternity test on Santa Jr. come back?" He asked.
"Yes Sir" treat replied. "You were right. You're not the father. He's Travis Henry's."
"I knew there was a reason why that little b*****d kept getting in my stash." Santa said. "C'mon treat. Let's go to work."
whodey#9 (Elf) killed by Spies
A Fleshner Fantasy (Elf) killed by Manson
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