Since I cannot only post my filksong and not post something for the
holidays, and since I am obligated to make fruitful use of my hellish
technology, I present this spamfic ^_^
Mouse was working late in his top secret laboratory one night (he does not
have to escape nightly like the Brain ^_-) and he intercepted a six year
old's email, full of innocent questions for Santa...
[the plenteous misspellings have been corrected from the original :) ]
Dear Santa,
I know you are real but my older brothers keep making fun of me because I
believe in you. They say that you cannot possibly visit each and every one
of the children on Christmas Eve because there are too many children and
you would have to go so fast that you would burn to a cinder and Rudolph
and the other reindeer cannot possibly carry all of the presents for the
whole night and, and, please tell me you are real?
Signed,
Little Jim
Mouse thought, and thought, and thought some more. Finally he decided on a
fiendish plan, fiend that he was. He would find a nice, plump man that
resembled Santa and he would clone him enough to visit all of the children
all over the world in one night! He would hypnotize the clones and program
them to steal the children so he could hold them all for ransom! Then he
would rule the world!! HAHAhaHAhahaHAhaHAHAha!!!
So it was that Santa #210,659 visited Little Jim on Christmas Eve. Little
Jim hadn't gone to bed yet (naughty boy!). But Santa's programming had a
few bugs...
Little Jim: Ooh, ooh, Santa is really, really, really real! Wait until
I tell my brothers!
Santa #210,659: Hi. I am Santa #210,659. Give me all of your milk
and cookies. Snert. Gibble. Ork!
Little Jim: *piku piku*
^_-
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~ Squeek! Pass the cheese... ~
~ The few, the proud, the DBTFH! ^_^ ~
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