Merry Christmas, Prepare To Die

The bulbous man laughs and pats you on the back. He leads you into his office, in which two naked women are dancing for seemingly no reason.

He laughs and sits you down.

The years pass fast. You're a kid, but you learn quickly. By the time you're eighteen, the bulbous man is ready to hand the business over to you. Other lieutenants want the position, but you're ruthless - they don't live to fight for leadership.

As you sit in your lush office, your underground criminal empire bolstered by your child slave trade, you wonder if your parents are even still alive.

Your office is filled with awesome Christmas presents, every day of the year.
End Of Story