Hmmm....Santa?..>_-

It's obvious to see who you really are on this board Santa.>.> ...Anywho I'm here to take you down man.>:l
Although I know I'll get a beating from most of you here...:( but still.... I'll take'em.

Edited by slash beast on December 6, 2006 at 20:33:13.

Hell, I've KNOWN which member he was...

Anyways, Santa.

My dad would like a grenade launcher and a half-pound of C4. Think you can get him that?

Ooh! I want a brand new M249. And you never answered my questions.. >.>

Bad Santa. (Hehe)

Down in the workshop all the elves were making toys
For the good gentle girls and the good Gentle boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered WITH ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye
"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"

The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he'd been getting the raw deal
Something finally must've snapped in his brain

Well the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
Then he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen
Then he took a big bite and said "It tastes just like chicken!"

The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without stepping in reindeer guts

There's the National Guard and the FBI
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circling 'round in the sky
Now the bullets are flying the body count's rising
And everyone’s dying to know -oh Santa, why?
My, my, my, my, my, my - you used to be such a jolly guy.

Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doing time
In a Federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey little friend now, don't you cry no more tears
He'll be out with good behavior in seven hundred more years.

But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Claus she's on the phone every night
With a lawyer negotiating the movie rights
(They talk about)

The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
sounds to me like he was kinda getting gypped

Wo, The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he'd been getting the raw deal
Something finally must've snapped in his brain
Wo, Something finally must've snapped in his brain
Tell ya something finally must've snapped in his brain.

Are you really that evil!!?

Oh and can I also have a Wii, please?

Edited by Samsara on December 9, 2006 at 17:35:54.

Santa is back!

No weapons; last time I left my elves in charge of those...never again.


Samsara, surely you jest.


That was surprisingly easy.

So...I'm NOT getting my SS officer's combat knife? NOOO!

So...uh...Santa...any thoughts on global domination? For a man of your...influence...I'd assume it would be quite easy.

I know about your Columbian drug runners, Santa...ANA!

So 'Santa,' when was the last time that you wore anything besides that huge, dated red suit. Doesn't it fade in the wash? Don't you have to get a new one?

>.> And don't say it's magic, that's a cheap answer like your parents give you.

Mom: "No Timmy, your turtle ran away."

Timmy: "But he was slow!"

Mom: "He was a magic turtle!"

Timmy: >.>

See?

Santa, science proves you can't exist.

Smirnoff-

I technically own half of Canada.

Fallen-

I thought it was obvious I had more than one suit.

Mega X-

Science is wrong.

About the evil-Santa, yes, about the Wii no.

Science offers credible evidence to questions that can't be answered otherwise. I need proof that this man..."Santa"...exists. And if you reply with "A baby's smile." I'll kick you right in the stomach.

Best display of Christmas spirit yet on this topic. Of course, that doesn't say much...

Smirnoff-

A child's smile.

*gives santa his trademark sarcastic Teenager smile*

May I point out that this is much more potent.

*points*

Hey Doc, Santa complimented me. Do I get a cookie?

And hey Santa come on, we're all not psychotic so it's hard to dismiss the commercialism of Christmas. Maybe you could help us..but oh wait, you're the jolly guy that delivers presents. Stop delivering material gifts then, start delivering peace and joy.

I demand world peace for christmas!

Oh, I want paintballing gear, and I want to be ruler of the world. >.>

I already asked, yes.. but I proved that you wear anything else besides that stupid red suit.

How many suits do you have? One for each day? Do you keep a collection of them? Like a memorial for Christmas' past? If you scuff your boots, do you swear irrationally?

How are babies made? >.>

Hollow-

All right, you will get nothing to prove your point.

Fallen-

Your total Wish list is over 15 now...one gift per person is my rule.

But Santa! Question's don't count as gifts!

Everyone should give the 'gift' of knowledge. >.> Your not a genie, I can ask you more then one question.

LOL Santa, I couldn't think of anything for Christmas anyways.

..except a lamp. I needed one.

I want a cookie. :[

Ooh! Can I have a cookie too, Doc?

You heard Hollow no one gets anything for Christmas except knowledge and peace; that includes cookies.


Except me, of course.

Screw that, I'm getting some damn cookies.

I know where you live, Santa. Don't make me break out the heavy artillery on the elves.

See my above comment on elves handling weapons.

No no no, you got it all wrong. The elves won't be handling the weapons, I will be.

I will be using them.

On the elves.

Yes, it will be an elf massacre.

I will help! It will be my first step to controlling the world. =)

And I want my damned cookie! You always steal them from everyone on Christmas anyways. >.>

Edited by Fallen on December 12, 2006 at 21:55:41.

Hey now, RD, don't massacre the elves if it's Santa's fault! I mean, what would the Fantasy movie business be without the elves?!

And you will be finding me in sheer cold in the middle of nowhere when I'm using a magic cloaking device how?