Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Wasteland
Not a raider was raiding, not a single raid planned.
Though the bodies were hung by the light-post with care,
In hopes that Slay would stay away from there.
The gamblers were nestled all snug in their debts,
While visions of bottle caps danced in their heads.
With the Tops in full swing, and Slay with his axe,
Cleaved off their heads for their long dirt naps.
When out on the Strip there arose such a clatter,
Securitrons sprang to see what was the matter.
Away their rockets flew like a flash,
But Slay tore everyone open and turned them all into ash.
He danced with his axe and a tune he did whistle,
Whilst away flew their limbs like the down of a thistle.
He heard them all yell, “Oh the blood, the bodies, this sorrowful sight,
Then said “Happy Slay to you all, and to all a good-night!”
Fallout Off The Record Episode 25: A Very Merry Fallout
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