Because of the mayhem caused when a robot went berserk and slaughtered the maid, we had to flee Winsome Headquarters and were off the grid during the holidays. I missed being able to play Santa while I was in the underground bunker, but everything was resolved in time for the Russian Christmas, which is celebrated today. Instead of Santa, the Russian children believe in Grandfather Frost, so I made a Grandfather Frost suit and found a predominantly Russian neighborhood where I spent the last few days, urging the cute children to sit on my lap and tell me all their desires.
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