"...And I want a pony, and a lightsaber, and a mochi, and a Gwee, and a super delux carnation bouquet, and a kiki, but not a coco. Coco's are mean, and a blanket, and a dress, and a new fishing pole for my brother Squib" rambled a young Gaian as she sat on Santa's lap.
Santa in turn, smiled, posed the girl quickly for a picture, handed the Gaian a lolli-pop, and booted her off his knee for the next gullible person. She was an older girl, not the inevitable tween age of the predecessors, and her blue dress swished gently as she walked towards the aging elf.
"I want Gino" She said quickly and with much assertion.
"Gino? As in Gino Gambino?" Santa replied with skepticism.
"That's the one. But I'm not picky, I could have a generic version. But the rest of 'em want the real thing, so if I get Gino for Christmas....there won't be all sorts of blood shed and vandalism on Isle De Gambino because we would already have what we wanted."
With that final statement, the mystery stalker of Gaia's wealthiest heir hopped off St. Nick's lap and began humming the overplayed, slightly abused, "Peace on Earth" tune you would find playing cheesily through someone's profile.
Santa furrowed his brow as the girl walked away (and joined a couple hundred followers) He turned to his elf-helper (Helper as in ever since the Elf Techs of yesteryear, Gaian protocol required at least one Gaian to help out with appearances) and rolled his eyes. "Well, Vino...how do you feel about having blonde hair?"
"No. No. No. No. I would rather have a thousand old tin cans cutting at me than to play the part of the emo kid"
Santa burst into a fit of laughter as Vino stood there perplexed. It was true, wasn't it? With Gino Gambino moping about all the time, not being able to get the girl unless he was some sort of flamboyant alterego, and being fused to his father up until recently, wasn't that the epitome of 'e m o'?
"I wouldn't be calling Mr. Gino emo just yet, my boy. He isn't the one with night black hair-"
"It's Natural"
"Whatever you say"
"I say it's Natural"
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