As Santa finishes slurping the Bushmills from off the bar, he notices the elf sitting over in the corner. "You, elf! Where are all of your buddies? They've run off with all of the toys for the children of the world...and there are a few adult toys in that sack as well." The elf stands up, flips him off, and jumps into the jello vat with the horse and squid. Santa slumps back down onto his bag stool and, ordering a pint of Old Frothingslosh, groans to himself, "and the sleigh, the bloody big red sleigh...where has it gone off to? I have less than a week to get my shit together. Why did I take this job, anyway?"