“Are you a gamblin’ man, Santa?”
Jack Skellington. They aaaallll love Jack. ‘Oh Jack, you so great!’, ‘Oh Jack, you so smart’, ‘Oh Jack, you so scary!’…. makes me laugh.
Cuz even while they were tellin’ him how oh-so-special he is, in the back of their minds, they KNOW they’d rather’a met him than me in a dark alley. Any day of the week. Jack, dancin’ around, struttin’ like a peacock… scary? The man don’t even EAT nobody! Then there’s me.
I woulda munched up that Sandy Claws and made a new set’a dice from his bones if Jack hadn’t come along; and if I didn’t like playin’ with my food so much. Heh. But that ain’t the point. Jack comes inta MY house and stacks the deck?! No sir! I’m the only one plays dirty in my house. House rules, and house always wins, and that’s how I liked it. He ruins my game, steals my meal and unravels all my fun. And me. And now all my bugs are gone, and I ain’t nuthin’ but a pile’a thread on the floor… wishin’ I was rollin’ loaded dice again.