[The Planet Express building is covered in armor]
Professor: Bring it on Santa! That blood thirsty cadaver junky can't touch us as long as we're not stupid enough to leave this building.
[Fry, Leela and Bender cheer]
Professor: In a related matter, you'll be delivering this sack of childrens letters directly to Santa at his death fortress on Neptune.
[Fry, Leela and Bender cringe]
[Singing about Santa]
Amy: He knows when you are sleeping.
Professor: He knows when you're on the can.
Leela: He'll hunt you down and blast your ass from here to Pakistan.
Hermes: You better not breathe, you better not move.
Bender: You're better off dead, I'm telling you dude.
Fry: Santa Claus is gunning you down.
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