Colin jumped from bench to bench as he ran for his target. The job he ended up was simple: score some grill for that 30 something at the chair circle, Donna her name was. The grill in was right there, rotisserie attachment and all. It was a straight shot to the display... until he saw the bimbos in there licking eachother's nips and privates.
"Of course." Colin said to himself.
He looked for something to take them out with, but all he could find was a wireless stereo with a CD labelled "Hawaiian Christmas Collection". Then, he got an idea. An awful idea. Mr. Greys had a wonderful, awful idea.
The bimbos stopped sucking off eachother when a tune suddenly filled the store.
"Mele Kamiki Maka is a wiiiise way, to say, Merry Christmas, to yoooou." Colin sang while stepping in wearing a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses.
The bimbos began to dance along with him as he set something up in the grill store.
He spread out a few beach blankets and switched on a tanning light, a few bimbos happily oiling themselves up right on the spot. He dumped some coal and lit it on fire before putting up a tiki themed sign in front of the demo booth and loaded the grill onto a cart, filling the space with some vodka and liquor he found in the store next-door. He wheeled it all away, unaware of the embers drifting towards the christmas decor.