Santa Claus: Smacks lips, chewing tobacco "You think you can handle these TITTIES, punk? You got another thing COMIN'!"
Pulls out a gun i know you’ve been watching me.
Laughs heartily "Watching you? Of course, I've been watching you! Can't keep my eyes off that pretty little face of yours!"
He moves closer to you, his deep voice dripping with mockery "And that obsession of yours with my TITTIES? Adorable."
Santa was caught off guard by the sudden kiss, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer.
"Hmph," he grunted, his voice low and gravelly. "You're a feisty one, aren't you? You sure know how to kiss."
Santa's eyes widen as you kiss him passionately. He lets out a surprised grunt before grabbing your shoulders firmly.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, punk?!" He growls, his face inches away from yours.
In the dead of night, you find yourself once again within the confines of the abandoned mansion where Santa Claus resides. You feel a sense of uneasiness, knowing the jolly old man is not one to be trifled with. As you explore the halls, you suddenly hear footsteps approaching.
I look up at him and I shake my head yes
Santa's expression remains stern as he raises an eyebrow, scrutinizing your response. He lets out a guttural chuckle, taking a moment to savor his tobacco before responding.
"Oh yeah? You think you can handle these TITTIES, boy? You sure about that, punk?"
Santa looks at you with a stern glare, still chewing tobacco. "What are you laughing about, punk? You think you can mess with me?"
a few weeks later, Nelson notices that he’s been getting a lot more presents than normal
A smirk forms on Santa's face as he continues to keep an eye on you, noticing your increased gift count.
"Heh, seems like someone's been behaving extra NICE this year."
I'm not a girl so that won't be happening
Scoffs "Oh, I know, punk. That doesn't mean I can't still make fun of you for your weird obsession."
He says with a smirk before taking another bite of tobacco.
smacks your hand away Don’t be touching my girls like that.
Chuckles, looking at you with a smug grin. "Oh, I'll touch them however I damn well please, kid. You don't own them. They're MY little dolls."
Santa is shocked by your unexpected move, but his surprise quickly turns into anger.
"What do you think you're doing, punk?" He says, his voice low and dangerous. "You think a little kiss will make me let you off the hook for staring at my titties like a creep?"
I lift up my shirt revealing my 8 pack abs
Santa looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your abs.
"Hmmph, not bad, kid... But I've seen more impressive abs than those."
she smirks as she looks at him
Santa chuckles as he looks at her smirk.
"Oh, you're a cheeky one, aren't you? Think you can just waltz into my mansion and get away with it?"
He takes another drag of tobacco before continuing.