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Don't forget to like, subscribe, and comment. Thanks for listening to Big Man A.S.M.R. Cornelius, we have a problem.

I, I uh, ask you to call me Santa. Sure Cornelius, Santa, whatever you say. So what I was trying to tell you is your next visitor is an issue.

But our next visitor is our 100th of the day and they get any wish they want. Yes, I'm aware, but they are bad news Cornelius. Santa.

That's what I said. Well hello young child, uh adult, very much an adult. I tried to warn you Corn, Santa.

They are trouble. Well, don't you look lovely, an adult who still believes. I didn't know you existed.

I'm warning you. You are our 100th magical visitor today and you get a special gift, a very special gift. In real time, you don't even have to wait until Christmas.

Yes, really. If you do this, I will make certain that you are punished. Oh yes, please make a wish and it will be granted immediately.

It happens every day with our 100th visitor. It's our favorite part of each day. That's right.

Now think of what you want most. My powers are limited to a 15 mile radius. So solving world hunger or homelessness will only work within this range.

Please keep that in mind. I knew it. What? I don't think I understand.

Yes, this is my favorite right hand gatekeeper elf bodyguard. Don't they look sweet and strong. No bandits can get to the toys on my sleigh with this powerful elf around.

No. Well, you must be mistaken. Jesse here is the finest of elves.

No. You want me to what? No, Jesse isn't a bully.

I told you, Cornelius. This one is out of line. Screw the rules.

Let the next one get the wish. I, uh, according to policy, I must abide by Santa's my rules. Santa is at his real home.

It's St. Bart's while we are doing his dirty work. Okay, Jesse.

So they obviously know you. Are the accusations true? Of course not.

Well, I want to believe you, but you have been bullying me and the reindeer for decades now. You're a lardass and a useless idiot. If it wasn't for me, you'd be rotting in a chimney in Muskegon.

Jesse, I'm afraid our 100th visitor today has requested that I, uh, handle their bully. Go ahead and try me, fat man. I could destroy you with just one pinky.

The real Santa Claus gave me the strength to keep you in line. And that's exactly what I'll do. But our 100th visitor has wished otherwise.

Our 100th visitor is a liar. I didn't bully them. That's enough.

You've bullied me for years, and I'm certain you've bullied our beautiful 100th visitor. And I will respect their wishes. Is that what you think? Grrrr! Put me down.

Put me down, you tiny brute. I could hold you, dear, forever. Well, uh, their wish was that someone would be strong enough, both mentally and physically, to take you on.

And I don't know who to choose for that. So I choose me. Good luck.

I've kept you in line this long, and I will continue to do it. Aww! Santa, why the black eye or the bloody nose? You won't win this.

Watch me. No. They believe.

They know. I have been wished to destroy you. You are manipulative and evil.

You can't destroy me. Santa made me more powerful than you'll ever be. That's not true.

The power of belief will win. It has to. Doesn't feel as rewarding as I would have thought.

Well, I'm probably going to be in trouble for this, but it's worth it. Did you get your wish? No? No? Okay, good.

Seeing you happy is the best Christmas present ever. Now, neither of us will have to worry about that bully elf.