Admin: hamiltrashfan dares you to put me into some box and send me to Santa..
Hermes: *grabs a box and stuffs Alan into it*
Admin: (muffled screaming)
Hermes: Sorry..
Later...
Admin: *wakes up in the Arctics* No package peanuts? Damn..
*Admin hears 'Ho Ho ho' in the distance*
Admin: Santa?
*a large bearded man in a blood-covered coat appears and speaks in a weird language, which to the Damon's understanding was Inuit*
Admin: Santa? I didn't know you speak Eskimo-language.
"Santa": Who are you calling Santa? Just because I'm fat, live in the north pole and have a blood-covered coat, doesn't mean I'm Santa.
Admin: Blood? ESKIMO ALERT!!!
*runs away*
"Santa": Btw, we prefer to be called Inuits!
Admin: Santa isn't Real!!?!!?!?!
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Ask or Dare Hermes
RandomAlan: Alright. Since two of my friends are doing the same thing about their godly parent, I'm going to make one about mine. Welcome to Ask or Dare Hermes. Since I'm his son and tricked him into signing a contract, He'll have to do every single thing...
