Head Elf: Pervey! What's eatin' ya, boy?
Pervey: Not happy with my work, I guess.
Head Elf: Do you mind telling me what you do want to do?
Pervey: Well, sir, someday, I'd like to be a... a senator.
Head Elf: Now listen: we have dolls that cry, talk, walk, blink and run a temperature. We don't need any dolls that sue us for getting groped and forcibly kissed against their will!
Love the Trumpa Claus!
ReplyDeleteYes! Trumpa Claus is flying low so his reindeer can dump on Pervey.
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