Hell's Threshold

This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap-happ-happ-happ-y as Christmas since Bing Crosby tapped dance with Danny fucking K. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney night, he's gonna find the jollyest bunch of assholes this side of the nut house.

You're goofy. Don't piss me off, Art. Clark? It's over. Not according to Santa's watch, it isn't. No, come on, son. Stay out of this, Dad. Clark, I think it's best if everyone just goes home.

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