Star. Vignette (g)
A bedroom. Xnxx Enter Carole, Stage Right, carrying a sack. A country boy snores loudly in a bed. Mary Christmas (stiffening): “OHHH RUDY! As she does, the slumbering girl begins to moan, softly at first, then louder as her pleasure mounts, her hips gyrating rhythmically until she finally lets out a loud groan. Where’s the bloody reindeers? And less of that discriminatory heightist ‘little man’ shit as well, I’ll have the union on you, you know, the Combined Union of Magical Servants, Traders And Imps Needing Safety.”
Mary Christmas: “You mean…..” (gasps)
First elf: “Yes, that’s right – you’d better watch out for CUMSTAINS, or they’ll be on you!”
Mary Christmas (towards audience, rolling eyes): “Jeez, do you see what I have to put up with?” then towards First Elf: “Anyway, what sort of a hitch?”
First Elf: “He’s been drinking again…he’s totally wasted, ripped, juiced, plastered, paralytic,
