NORTH POLE – A very frustrated Santa stuck his foot through a bass drum and punched his fist through a wall when his over-worked and over-wrought elves failed to produce virtual reality interactive video games, instead falling way short with wood they nailed to some spare tin and put wheels on.
“What’s this?!?” Santa exclaimed incredulously.
“The best we could do with our tools and materials.” Though frightened of Santa and his temper, the elves defended their work.
“This wooden tin thing with wheels isn’t even close,” Santa bellowed in disbelief.
“Let’s see you do better,” an elf cried from the back of the room. Santa eyed his helpers and fought back the urge to start throwing them around.
The Wiser Man...
“Look, I told you this was coming. You’ve had a full year to attend technical college. What did you do? Most of you spent the summer lying around and watching soap operas. I’m deeply disappointed in your initiative and ingenuity.”
“What did you do all summer fat man?” Another elf screamed.
Santa was irate, but he knew it was by far too late in the year to fire or kill any of the elves so he just turned, stormed out the room, and slammed the door, cursing profanely.
“Wow,” an elf commented.
“Wow is right, that seemed so real.” Another elf was really impressed.
“I call it ‘Santa goes ballistic’,” the elf said proudly of his invention.
“Should we show him?”
“No, let’s play a practical joke on him. Let’s tell him we can’t create virtual reality with wood and rubber mallets.”
“How do you think I got these images . . . I hid a video camera holograph video imager inside the wooden tin thing with wheels and caught the real Santa in action.”
“Say, can that thing simulate us working?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“I like the way you think.”
“We escape tonight; pass it on.”