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\" This master file produces text suitable for a 6"x9" paperback. .ds CH \" turn off page numbering (top) .B .nr HM 1i \" header margin .nr FM 1i \" footer margin .nr LL 4.25i \" line length .pl 9i \" page length .po .87i \" page offset (from left) .nr PS 8 \" font point size \" .kern \" pairwise kerning (groff only) .hy 14 \" automatic hyphenation \" .nr VS 24 \" double space .fp 1 R GA \" URW Garamond .fp 2 I GI .fp 3 B GM .fp 4 BI GMI .fp 5 CW H \" Helvetica .LP \& .nr % 53 \ " start with this page number .ds CF [%] \" first numbered page (bottom) .ps 10 .ce .B GORGON CHRISTMAS \& .ps 8 tags: 1964, mars2, santa_claus, tab2, trolls .R .PP .ps 10 24 December. Working late. .PP .ps 10 "Yes, as a matter of fact, a lack of working capital \fIis\fR holding me back." .PP .ps 10 "No, I'm \fInot\fR clicking on that." .PP .ps 10 "Thanks." .PP .ps 10 "Bye." .PP .ps 10 Last Christmas, TAB2 had clicked. It had proven a bit of a disaster, ultimately leading to his manager putting him on steps, and he'd never even claimed the working capital. This year\(emand every year forthcoming, if he had anything to say about it\(emhe wasn't getting red teamed by H.R.\ ever again. All of his contraband was safely squirreled away in the wall behind his manager's desk, not even making animal noises or trying to chew through the drywall. He had gotten it done. No more tears. .PP .ps 10 The trolls lived under the hills which they cranked up in order to peer at the outside world.* .FS * JOURNEY INTO MYSTERY #99. .FE Dotting the Christmas desert were circular, sprinkled perforations, marring the otherwise unblemished complexion of the winter frost like Oreoes pitched into a glass of milk, or the hindquarters of the original prototype model of the Millennium Falcon. It looked good enough to eat (or play with), if the trolls had been into that sort of thing. As it was they all hated the Disney corporation for assuredly legitimate reasons, and so they bided their time, staying hungry, which according to contemporary wisdom must have been a good thing, but mostly they just complained amongst themselves about the products they intended to buy anyway. .PP .ps 10 Across the surface of Mars hilltop lids clicked back into place as Santa's sleigh swept the horizon. Chatter online indicated his craft had been spotted gleaming the frozen, shimmering atmosphere twenty minutes prior. All around the world children scrolled feverishly, scouring their Gorgon feeds for wars, or rumors of war. .PP .ps 10 I mean, why else would he possibly be here?