Twas a silent night that Christmas eve, but in came Rob with no plan to leave.
There were gaijins here and gaijins there, all asleep in their gaijin underwear.
Stumbling through the corridor to and fro, he knew where he need go.
The toilet used and his pants unsoiled, Rob had a new task to which he now toiled.

Saving Christmas was up to him, and do it he must before din din .
He had heard the Grinch, once thought but a mere fairytale, had been holding up here…..out on bail.
Wait for justice to be served by the court? Nay, for kicking ass was far greater sport.
Rob would stop the grinch and his evil plans, even if it meant rhyming this sentence with green eggs and ham.

Slowly he crept throughout the house, he was silent……but only as a very noisy mouse.
Across a suspicious room he came, though not quite as suspicious as that damned David Blaine.
There in the corner shone a fearsome light! But it was just a torch behind some misplaced gaijin sprite.
Giving up he almost turned away, when suddenly spotting something did sway.

From behind the curtain……It was the Grinch! And soon he would have him in a tricky pinch.
Rob jumped him like he had never jumped a man before, barely avoiding penetration of his backdoor.
Grinch spun and screamed as his body deemed something that you’re too young to think of as anything but metled ice-cream.
They fell to the floor squirming about, like a pair….of mating trout.
Knowing the end must be near, Rob threw Grinch out the window…..shedding but a single tear.

Murder was never really Rob’s thing, but it was worth it for the amount he aquired in stolen Grinch bling-bling.
Oh the Grinch’s wife cried and cried that night, but mostly……just because someone had misplaced her sprite.

And so boys and girls, this is where our story ends.
Did you notice all the fancy twists and bends?

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