Chet folded his arms across his chest. "No way, man, it's not gonna be me!"

"Well, don't look at me; nobody's going to buy a Hispanic one."

"Mike?"

"I don't think so, Cap," Stoker smiled, running a palm across his flat stomach, "I don't have enough, uh, fluff."

"Hey, we never did this sort of thing when I was a kid," Gage told the others, "besides, I'm way too skinny."

Roy looked to Cap and sighed. "I suppose you're gonna claim Captain's privilege again this year, aren't you?"

Cap nodded sagely, "Yep."

"Fine," Roy growled, "Hand over the Santa suit."