"Zane!" the insane mall Santa boomed.
"What?!" the deliquent asked.
"This is your hammer, is it not?" the bearded man asked as he showed Zane the large sledgehammer.
"Yeah, so?" Zane asked.
"Santa" rested the end of the sledgehammer on the snowman prop's smashed head. It was a perfect fit for the impact area.
"Santa doesn't take too kindly to naughty boys breaking his decorations." the man glared.
Zane laughed out loud.
"You actually think you're THE Santa Claus?! Oh shit, I thought this crap was all a fuckin' act! Hey look everybody, it's THE Santa Claus!" the deliquent scoffed as the bimbo "elves" surrounded him.
"Are you mocking me?" Santa asked.
"Get real you crazy ass bastard, you're as much a real Santa as I am a chick!" Zane scoffed.
Colin looked on as Zane was pounced by on by the elf costume clad women who shredded his clothes off before proceeding to cum all over his face and latch onto his crotch. His muscle shrunk down as two large mounds rippled out of his chest. Colin watched what could've been him had he not left the hammer where it was. The bimbo with the red streaked hair making out and rubbing pussies with one of "Santa's elves" was the one unlucky enough to be seen picking the hammer up.
"Now nobody's going to doubt ol' Santa, now are they?" the bearded man asked.
Everybody shook their heads "no".
"Good." the man claiming to be Santa smiled, returning to a cheerful demeanor.