"Finally! I thought I would never get to the front." Taking a seat on Santa's' knee.
"Um, you're a bit old..."
"But I'm young at heart!"
The maniacle glee shinning in his eyes convinces the santa to just give in.
"Okay... um...oh yeah.
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Little... uh... Big Boy! What would you like for X-mas?"
"Well Santy- I can call you Santy right?- well Santy, what I want is a new ice pick- my last one broke off inside some guys' head. The nerve of some people right?
"A heavy disinfectant- you would not believe the mold growing on some of the bodies, I think one actually growled at me!
"A new pair of gloves, some if that fake grass shit- my lawn just won't grow the real stuff, must have something to do with all the bodies.
"And of course-"
"STOP!"
"What?"
"Your sick! Get off my lap!"
"But your Santa."
"No guy, I'm not! I just play him."
"Oh. Okay."
And he proceeded to stab fake santa and everyone else in the mall.
If he couldn't talk with Santa no one would.