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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the base,
Not a weapon was tossed, not even a mace.
The missiles were hung on the walls with great care,
So Slayer End knew that they were there.

The members were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of expansion danced in their heads.
Slayer End stalked the halls with his rifle in hand,
And perched himself on the roof where Santa would land.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
CC sprang from his bed to see: "What is the matter?!"
Away to the window he flew like the flash,
Seeing Santa's body made his mouth taste like ash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to the bodies below.
When, to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a burning sleigh and eight running reindeer.

With a jump and a holler that was so quick,
CC told the others that Slayer shot St. Nick!
More rapid than eagles his courses they came,
And he whistled, he shouted, and called them by name!

"Come Wolfie, come Timelord, come May, and get geared up!
When I give the signal, we'll blow Slayer up!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

"But CC," said Timelord, "I really must ask you why
I thought it would be bad if Slayer were to die?"
CC paused for a moment at a loss of words,
"That was until he left Santa Clause to the Birds!"

And then, in a twinkling, he heard from the roof
The corpse that fell down was terrible proof.
As he drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Slayer End came with a bound.

"You Fuck!" shouted Wolfie, "I'll beat you with my foot!"
Slayer End paid him no mind as he got rid of the soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

May held Slayer down and beat his smile so merry,
His cheeks were black and blue his blood colored like cherry.
His jaw was broken and bleeding akin to hell,
His head was in pain and ringing like a damned bell.

Slayer got off the ground and tried to fix all his teeth,
He wasn't expecting to get smacked by a wreath.
"Are you done yet?" he panted as he spat out some blood,
"I feel crappier than when I was hosed down by mud."

"You should be!" yelled CC, "What were you thinking?!"
"Were you on drugs?" asked May, "Or were you out drinking?"
"Guys, you've got it all wrong," pleaded Slayer with a grin,
"He's stalked me all my life; I had to do him in."

"But think of the children!" cried CC with a twitch,
"To them Santa was more than one annoying itch!
You'd better fix this, or you're gonna be toast!
Hell, I'll help Wolfie turn you into our roast!"

"Fine, I'll fix this," said Slayer with a smirk,
"It'll take some effort and a shitload of work,"
He looked left and right for things just not there,
"And after I'm done, then perhaps I will care."

Timelord frowned at Slayer and shook his head sadly,
"You really did it this time, man, you screwed things up badly.
You shot Santa down and you ate his reindeer,
When you say you're gonna fix this, I only feel fear."

"With my robot I'll switch places with him,
Then maybe all of your spirits won't be so dim.
I'll get my android out and have it take his place,
But all I need is a beard for his face."

"BUU group I'm not dead yet, you know,
I have yet to run out of my ho, ho, ho's.
But Slayer! I put you on my naughty list.
Clearly that was but a mere slap on the wrist."

St. Nick was awake and glaring at Slayer,
The man looked at him and knew he hadn't a prayer.
"Come now St. Nick, we had ourselves a deal!
"I let you live and I give my gift a cop and feel."

Santa was silenced and felt his eye twitch.
This guy really was just like a bad itch!
"Agreement, Slayer, what're you talking about?"
Asked CC, confused far beyond a doubt.

"You think I'm so cruel that I'd murder Kris Crinkles?
"I'm appalled you'd think that I'd do that to his face full of wrinkles?
"No my club members, that is just not me!
"Unless the gain's clear and monetary…"

Slayer trailed his words like a snake in the grass,
He waited a moment before biting the ass!
"St. Nick owes me money from me losing a bet,
"When I saw his elf, I thought she was the hottest I'd ever met!

"So I tricked him, I beat him, I fooled him and such,
"Just for this girl who's warm and cozy to the touch."
CC and co. looked at each other in shock,
All this time, Slayer had thought with his cock.

"So you mean to say that you beat me for that?
"You struck me down like a maniac with a baseball bat!
"I should have you arrested and put on trial!
"Perhaps then, you'll be gone for a very long while!"

"But, Santa," Slayer admonished, "A deal's a deal.
"Unless you want me to tell the Russian Mafia to make you unreal.
"Kaput, gone, and without the slightest trace,
"Give me my payment, or the crime lords will be in your face!"

Santa looked angry, furious, and mad…
But what could he do that Slayer would find bad?
Santa smirked as he thought of what would make Slayer hurl,
He wanted a girl so badly, huh? Well, he'd give him a girl!

Santa winked with one eye and then with the other,
He wiggled his nose like he was taught by his mother.
Then Christmas magic swirled around Slayer's form,
His shocked look was enough to tell something was out of the norm.

His chest inflated as well as his ass,
His crotch turning flat as it loss its mass.
Slayer's face now pretty and cute and petite,
HER body looked gorgeous and neat.

Santa's work not quite done as sparkles were seen,
Suddenly Slayer's outfit turned a stunning shade of green.
"There, Slayer. I've successfully off my debt.
"And I'm sure your group will enjoy you, that much I bet.

"But just in case, I'll finish the whole job,
"And I'll ignore last year's objects you attempted to lob.
"But I will warn you once more and never again:
"Screw with me next year, and you'll pay the price, Slayer End."

He spoke no more words and went straight to his work.
He filled all the stockings and spun around with a jerk.
Carefully, he wiggled his ears and his nose,
When high up to the sky he quickly rose!

His sled was undamaged and looked rather fine,
His reindeer in check and all in a line,
He sprang to his sleigh, to his ream gave a whistle,
And away they flew like the down of a thistle.

But they heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all (Except Slayer), and to all a good-night!"
It was at this moment that a door opened and shut,
And MarioHunter came out reading smut.

"Hey, what's with all the noise?" he asked confused,
"I was just in Slayer's personal Library and decided to peruse
"When all of a sudden I heard all these crashes,
"I came to see if Slayer got his lashes!"

The rest of BUU looked at each other as CC got a sly grin,
"Hey, MarioHunter, as out newest member I think you win.
"This is your prize, your present, and gift…
"A girl we found in a dimensional rift!"

Slayer's eyes widened as SHE looked around,
No escape this time, she thought as she frowned.
Mario's eyes widened and he smirked with glee,
Before he frowned and asked, "What about Slayer, where is he?"

Nobody answered as they locked Slayer and Mario in a room,
Soon moaning could be heard like an excited mummy in a tomb.
"They're going at it like rabbits in there,"
Observed May as she tried to fix her messed up hair.

"Eh, let Slayer pay for the crime of shooting St. Nick."
Said Wolfie as he looked at what used to be Slayer's pet tick (Yeah, he has a pet tick… sicko…)
"But it doesn't sound like punishment to me, I think he likes it."
Then the girl Slayer's voice sounded from behind the door, "YES GRAB IT GRAB MY TIT!"

The group looked at each other then at the door.
"Lucky bastard, why does he get a whore?"

Description
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the base,
Not a weapon was tossed, not even a mace.
The missiles were hung on the walls with great care,
So Slayer End knew that they were there.

The members were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of expansion danced in their heads.
Slayer End stalked the halls with his rifle in hand,
And perched himself on the roof where Santa would land.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
CC sprang from his bed to see: "What is the matter?!"
Away to the window he flew like the flash,
Seeing Santa's body made his mouth taste like ash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to the bodies below.
When, to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a burning sleigh and eight running reindeer.

With a jump and a holler that was so quick,
CC told the others that Slayer shot St. Nick!
More rapid than eagles his courses they came,
And he whistled, he shouted, and called them by name!

"Come Wolfie, come Timelord, come May, and get geared up!
When I give the signal, we'll blow Slayer up!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

"But CC," said Timelord, "I really must ask you why
I thought it would be bad if Slayer were to die?"
CC paused for a moment at a loss of words,
"That was until he left Santa Clause to the Birds!"

And then, in a twinkling, he heard from the roof
The corpse that fell down was terrible proof.
As he drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Slayer End came with a bound.

"You Fuck!" shouted Wolfie, "I'll beat you with my foot!"
Slayer End paid him no mind as he got rid of the soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

May held Slayer down and beat his smile so merry,
His cheeks were black and blue his blood colored like cherry.
His jaw was broken and bleeding akin to hell,
His head was in pain and ringing like a damned bell.

Slayer got off the ground and tried to fix all his teeth,
He wasn't expecting to get smacked by a wreath.
"Are you done yet?" he panted as he spat out some blood,
"I feel crappier than when I was hosed down by mud."

"You should be!" yelled CC, "What were you thinking?!"
"Were you on drugs?" asked May, "Or were you out drinking?"
"Guys, you've got it all wrong," pleaded Slayer with a grin,
"He's stalked me all my life; I had to do him in."

"But think of the children!" cried CC with a twitch,
"To them Santa was more than one annoying itch!
You'd better fix this, or you're gonna be toast!
Hell, I'll help Wolfie turn you into our roast!"

"Fine, I'll fix this," said Slayer with a smirk,
"It'll take some effort and a shitload of work,"
He looked left and right for things just not there,
"And after I'm done, then perhaps I will care."

Timelord frowned at Slayer and shook his head sadly,
"You really did it this time, man, you screwed things up badly.
You shot Santa down and you ate his reindeer,
When you say you're gonna fix this, I only feel fear."

"With my robot I'll switch places with him,
Then maybe all of your spirits won't be so dim.
I'll get my android out and have it take his place,
But all I need is a beard for his face."

"BUU group I'm not dead yet, you know,
I have yet to run out of my ho, ho, ho's.
But Slayer! I put you on my naughty list.
Clearly that was but a mere slap on the wrist."

St. Nick was awake and glaring at Slayer,
The man looked at him and knew he hadn't a prayer.
"Come now St. Nick, we had ourselves a deal!
"I let you live and I give my gift a cop and feel."

Santa was silenced and felt his eye twitch.
This guy really was just like a bad itch!
"Agreement, Slayer, what're you talking about?"
Asked CC, confused far beyond a doubt.

"You think I'm so cruel that I'd murder Kris Crinkles?
"I'm appalled you'd think that I'd do that to his face full of wrinkles?
"No my club members, that is just not me!
"Unless the gain's clear and monetary…"

Slayer trailed his words like a snake in the grass,
He waited a moment before biting the ass!
"St. Nick owes me money from me losing a bet,
"When I saw his elf, I thought she was the hottest I'd ever met!

"So I tricked him, I beat him, I fooled him and such,
"Just for this girl who's warm and cozy to the touch."
CC and co. looked at each other in shock,
All this time, Slayer had thought with his cock.

"So you mean to say that you beat me for that?
"You struck me down like a maniac with a baseball bat!
"I should have you arrested and put on trial!
"Perhaps then, you'll be gone for a very long while!"

"But, Santa," Slayer admonished, "A deal's a deal.
"Unless you want me to tell the Russian Mafia to make you unreal.
"Kaput, gone, and without the slightest trace,
"Give me my payment, or the crime lords will be in your face!"

Santa looked angry, furious, and mad…
But what could he do that Slayer would find bad?
Santa smirked as he thought of what would make Slayer hurl,
He wanted a girl so badly, huh? Well, he'd give him a girl!

Santa winked with one eye and then with the other,
He wiggled his nose like he was taught by his mother.
Then Christmas magic swirled around Slayer's form,
His shocked look was enough to tell something was out of the norm.

His chest inflated as well as his ass,
His crotch turning flat as it loss its mass.
Slayer's face now pretty and cute and petite,
HER body looked gorgeous and neat.

Santa's work not quite done as sparkles were seen,
Suddenly Slayer's outfit turned a stunning shade of green.
"There, Slayer. I've successfully off my debt.
"And I'm sure your group will enjoy you, that much I bet.

"But just in case, I'll finish the whole job,
"And I'll ignore last year's objects you attempted to lob.
"But I will warn you once more and never again:
"Screw with me next year, and you'll pay the price, Slayer End."

He spoke no more words and went straight to his work.
He filled all the stockings and spun around with a jerk.
Carefully, he wiggled his ears and his nose,
When high up to the sky he quickly rose!

His sled was undamaged and looked rather fine,
His reindeer in check and all in a line,
He sprang to his sleigh, to his ream gave a whistle,
And away they flew like the down of a thistle.

But they heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all (Except Slayer), and to all a good-night!"
It was at this moment that a door opened and shut,
And MarioHunter came out reading smut.

"Hey, what's with all the noise?" he asked confused,
"I was just in Slayer's personal Library and decided to peruse
"When all of a sudden I heard all these crashes,
"I came to see if Slayer got his lashes!"

The rest of BUU looked at each other as CC got a sly grin,
"Hey, MarioHunter, as out newest member I think you win.
"This is your prize, your present, and gift…
"A girl we found in a dimensional rift!"

Slayer's eyes widened as SHE looked around,
No escape this time, she thought as she frowned.
Mario's eyes widened and he smirked with glee,
Before he frowned and asked, "What about Slayer, where is he?"

Nobody answered as they locked Slayer and Mario in a room,
Soon moaning could be heard like an excited mummy in a tomb.
"They're going at it like rabbits in there,"
Observed May as she tried to fix her messed up hair.

"Eh, let Slayer pay for the crime of shooting St. Nick."
Said Wolfie as he looked at what used to be Slayer's pet tick (Yeah, he has a pet tick… sicko…)
"But it doesn't sound like punishment to me, I think he likes it."
Then the girl Slayer's voice sounded from behind the door, "YES GRAB IT GRAB MY TIT!"

The group looked at each other then at the door.
"Lucky bastard, why does he get a whore?"