On to the next. He looked upon his list. Little Jordan was next. He was naughty. Delightedly, he hefted his sack of naughties over his shoulder.
Upon arrival, Jordan was not to be found asleep in his bed. He was sitting at the computer.
"Tsk, tsk. Naughty boy. You should be sleeping."
Jordan started at the voice behind him. His scream wasn't to be heard as a large hand clamped over his mouth.
"Into the sack you go."
The computer monitor read "GAME OVER."
