Aah! Oh, it was just a dream. I needn't fear this 'Santa.' If he were truly omnipotent, he'd have the testicular fortitude to show himself! See? I'm just barking in the dark. No one here but me. La-te-da-te... All right! Where is it?! Where's the wire?! Show yourself, Claus!
Ho ho ho! And what can I bring you? –Oh, a peace offering, is it? Very well... What say you trim those gin-soaked whiskers and bring me some plutonium?! –Well, can you be a good boy? –Hmm. Your inquiry intrigues me. Can any of us be a 'good boy?' Are our primal urges innate or the result of the choices we make? –OK, wrap it up, kid. –All right, Kringle, if the reward is plutonium, then your wager is accepted. I will be... 'nice.'