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With the three frozen together, forming an ice sculpture of grandiose perversion, the Teenage Mutant turtles surrounded the sculpture and commented on the need for better decorations and lighting. So Santa in his state of confusion yelled for the elves to come decorate Mrs C. and her two iced up friends.
The elves entered the room slowly to find the whole thing a little off kilter, so to adjust to the sight, they stood all around and wanked to their delight.
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Death is in reality, are you sure?
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