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Okay, Candy Cane. Stick one of his bozaks in there. I'm not touching his balls. What, are you a princess all of a sudden? I've seen you scoop out brains before. You want me to scoop his brains out, I'll scoop his brains out right now, but I'm not touching his junk. I don't care who does it. I better be looking at flat balls, like, in three seconds. I'll do it. Krampus. Perfect. Oh, not that guy. Not that guy. That's what I love about sociopaths. Always up for trying new things. You don't need to do this, okay? No, it's all right. Um... Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, God. Oh, my God.
Violent Night
27.4s
He wasn't asking you. She's playing make-believe. She's pretending to talk to Santa. It's not pretend. Santa's my friend, and he said he's going to save us. No. - And beat you up. - Oh, is he? I bet he'd come out of hiding if you asked him to, huh? What do you say you come with me -and we play a little game with him, huh? -No, no, no. Trudy, come on. Tell him the truth now. - You aren't talking to Santa. - Yes, I am. No, you're not. Come on, now. -Yes, I am. -Damn it, Trudy, Santa isn't real!
Violent Night
30s
I remember, um... when Trudy Lightstone wrote to me. She must have been about six years old, and she said that she felt lonely sometimes. She missed having a best friend. And so I brought her a beautiful little stuffed rabbit. Mr. Bunny. And then I remember the next year, and you said you had this amazing dream and that, afterwards, all you wanted to do was... To fly! To fly. To fly.
Violent Night