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A Future We'd Like to See 1.64 - The Christmas Episode II
By Stefan "Twoflower" Gagne (Copyright 1994)

Hey, kids! Remember last year, when we took a blood-soaked
visit to your local shopping mall? We're going right back there,
and it's gonna be MUCH nastier this year. You are hereby WARNED
that this story contains some or all of the following : kidnapping,
torture, abuse, gunplay, cutting people up into little bits, n/c
sex, mayhem, anarchy, disorder and other acts of EVIL. Huzzah. If
any of the above offends you, don't read this. I don't approve of
ANYTHING in this story, right up front, so if you go and bite the
head off your mother or something like that after reading, you're
a sick fuck indeed. (By the way, there will be cursing in this
story. Errr... too late.)

Also, this story is less comedic and slapsticky; there's a
slight sarcastic and cynical edge, but I was aiming for more of a
'shot in the dark' pun intended this time. G'wan, taste the bile.
It's fun!

Thou hast been warned, regardless.

*

"Five credits buys you five Christmas wishes," I said, nudging
the stupid little white ball on my hat away from the nth time
today. "Ten buys fifteen. One buys one. Photos with Santa and
the elves are five extra. Hurry up, lady, I've got to get out of
here before the end of the hour."

"So do I," she said. "It's almost time."

"You think it'll happen again this year?" I asked.

"Of course it will. It happens EVERY year. You can set your
watch by it. I'll take five wishes and one photo."

I ran the lady's credit card through the register,
transferring her fee and handing it back. "Santa will see your son
now."

"Come on, Billy," she said, urging the kid onward, who was too
busy being mesmerized by my red and white hat.

Nobody quite knows why the Christmas Eve Riots happen,
especially at this particular shopping mall. Each year, the
shoppers come in happy and bright, and leave in bags. It usually
starts once the shelves start going empty... polite requests to
hand over an item turn into angry words, which become fists. Fists
become brawls, with shoppers nearby getting involved, and