Narrator: In the gentle forest clearing on Christmas Eve morn, The little forest critters prepared for the Antichrist to be born. The noble mountain lion had stopped evil in all the years past, But now the good protector lay dead as the good owls amassed. And meanwhile, three lion cubs were crying away. For them, there would certainly be no Christmas Day.
And all of this because of the little red pony, for killing a lion.
Saten is shown in his house, with his head buried into his arms at his desk in his room.
Saten: Uhhh.
Narrator: "I know!" Saten Twist said with a new happy grin, "I'll go back to the forest and speak with those critters again!"
Saten: [waves the narrator away and leaves his desk]
Narrator: He ran out the living room, turned out the light, and went back to the forest to set everything right!
Saten enters the living room, hops on the sofa, and turns on the TV.
TV: In west Philadelphia, born and raised. On the playground, is where I spent most of my days.
Narrrator: (aham) And he went back to the forest to set everything right!
Angry look on his face, Saten turns the volume up to drown out the narrator.
Narrator: He tried to ignore the issue with TV, but his conscience caught up with him, and to the forest he did flee...
Saten: (turns it louder)
Narrator: He thought he could hide from his problems - not true! [Saten rolls his eyes] He knew in his heart the thing he had to do!
Saten (annoyedly): Leave me alone!
Narrator: He knew that only by going to the forest could he -
Saten: ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!.. GOD! [He turns off the TV, hops off the sofa and walks out the door, leaving the remote control on the floor.]