dude in black:"griffin, i am kris kringle. or more known as santa claus."
griffin:" you can't be him! he's
got-- and you-- and--"
kris:"i thought more than anyone you knew coca-cola created my public image not me."
griffin:"but
you just can't be him."
kris:"oh really? then who lost his sister's pet rock while she was at camp and then told her
it ran away?"
griffin:"hey! that was lorenzo's idea, not mine! wait, how diya know that?"
kris:"cause i am kris
kringle."
kris:"ah, flick.what a sweet girl to leave me chocolate chip cookies. barely anyone these days leaves me milk and
cookies anymore..."
griffin:"er, why do you want milk and cookies anyways."
kris:"because the wife put me on
a diet and i'm desparate for cookies."
kris:"griffin, come with me."
griffin:"no way! you're a stranger and i shouldn't even be talking to you."
kris:"okay,
you got a brownie point for that. come on. i wanna to restore some faith in you for christmas."
griffin:"it's long
gone dude."
kris:"you can finally prove i'm a fraud and you can go on hating christmas peacefully."
griffin:"oh
okay! man, you're pretty pushy for a guy that's supposed to be jolly."
griffin:"man, i can't believe i'm actually doing this."
kris, sounding very echo-y:" and i can't believe it's
not butter, so come on!"
