can't be arsed with decorations, if i could get away with it i wouldn't bother with presents either, but my human brethren force me to reciprocate as always.
i honestly don't see the point. give me a cavern, a legion of unquestioning servants and the Necronomicon and i'll praise that mighty fat bastard Santa like he was holding my very testicles hostage. i'm not miserable, i just need INSPIRATION
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