SANTA: You look like you’ve wandered WAAAAAAY out of your territory.
SLIDER: My name is Slider, and the entire Shelf is my territory. I’m a critter rights inspector for the United Shelves, and I’m here to investigate claims that you’re operating a sweatshop up here at the North Pole.
SANTA: Bullshit! Where did you hear that nonsense from? It’s about fifty fucking below up here, nobody’s doing any sweating!
SLIDER: Since you’re avoiding the issue, I’ll just have a look around myself. Perhaps that’s the “secret workshop” I’ve heard so much about over there? I’ll return shortly with my report…
SANTA: Yeah, you do that Mr. Busybody! I hope Seymour isn’t afraid to use that icepick I gave him…
SCRAT THE RED NOSED SQUIRRELDEER: SQUEEEEEEEEEEALLLLLL!!!!
Painful screams can be heard from the vaporized inspector
SANTA: Well fuck, who knew? I just might not sell you off to the Chinese buffet in January after all! Now I’ll go read another letter while I have my elves clean up this charred mess…
SANTA: It figures, I’m all out of straitjackets. Oh well, Santa’s got something in his sack just for homicidal maniacs like yourself…
ZEEBA: Dafuq is this shit?
BEARCAT: I think it’s supposed to be a turnip, sis.
ZEEBA: Who cares, I’m gonna fuck it up anyway and make it BLEED!!!!!
BEARCAT: Silly Zeeba! You can’t squeeze blood from a turnip!
ZEEBA: YEAH!!!! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!
BEARCAT: You scare me sometimes, sis!