Nick’s sled came in hot. He cranked the parking break, slid, and bounced off a snow-covered Caddy. His engine stalled. Nick tried the starter. It howled like a dying cat.
Down a dark alley, two headlights illuminated.
“Krampus!” said Nick, punching a dashboard panel. It dropped open, revealing a joystick and scanner.
A flaming demon sled squealed from the alley. The driver thrust his horned head out the window and screamed “Nicholas! It’s my night!”
A blip approached the scanner center. “You’re under the missile-toe, bitch,” said Nick, firing the button.
“Your one liners suck!” Krampus wailed, before vaporizing.