When she came to, she was in a cell, in some dank dungeon.
“Damn,” she muttered, under her breath.
“Thank heavens, you’re awake! But if you’re in here with me, how are we going to get out of here? I’ve been stuck here for weeks, and there’s no way out!”
“He sees you when you’re sleeping, He knows when you’re awake,” sang Tom.
“Why are you singing that song? We’re in September,” said Jim.
“Didn’t you hear? Santa Claus is now a homicidal maniac.”
“I knew that. So?”
“Do you really think he still keeps track of the current month?”