"Sup man, Merry Christmas."

*Gator shakes D'Ville's hand but D'Ville starts to spasm uncontrollably as electricity courses through his body. D'Ville falls to the ground in a heap on the floor*

"Whoops joke buzzer was a little more powerful than I thought. Shit and I forgot to give you your present. Hold up a second."

*Gator throws a Gator holiday sweater over D'Ville*


"What you not gonna put it on? Hold up I'll help."

*Gator falls on top of D'Ville, grabbing the sweater*

"Okay, on the count of 3, raise your arms and I'll pull the sweater. Ready?"

"One."

"Two."

...

LH Harrison bursts into the scene and sees Gator throwing a sweater on Doc. He walks over, looks at the tag. He shakes his head.

Gator! This is the wrong size! You know Doc can't fit a XS!

The sweater rips in half as it is far to small to fit the Doctor.


What a shame Jacob! Hopefully you can still return this and get your money back even though it's been completely destroyed.

Gator grabs the two pieces of the sweater and holds them up.

The Doctor kicks out and stands up.

Do not feel bad, my friend. It is the thought that counts after all! Besides, I do not have a present for you in return, Christmas really isn't my thing...

"I'm kind of jealous, I want a Gator sweater."

*Gator a little disheartened leaves wherever this takes place but returns almost immediately holding a stack of Gator holiday sweaters*


"Here's the right size for you Doc. Sorry about the confusion. A ghostly garb version for LH and here's a loose fitting one for you TJ. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight."