ITS XMAS. FOX MCCLOUD LAYS IN FRONT OF MY FIREPLACE, WEARING MY SWEATER WITH A BOW TIED AROUND HIS TAIL. "MERRY XMAS, BIG GUY" HE SAYS WITH A KISS. HE HANDS ME A BOX. ITS THE KEYS TO A BRAND NEW FERRARI. I SAY SPENDING TIME WITH HIM WAS THE ONLY GIFT I NEEDED. WE FUCK IN THE CAR
DAYDREAMING ABOUT MY CURRENT AND LONG LASTING POLYAMOROUS LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP WITH THE ENTIRE STAR FOX TEAM WHILE I WAIT FOR THEM TO PICK ME UP IN THEIR ARWINGS AGAIN SO THEY CAN TAKE TURNS GIVING ME INTERGALACTIC ROAD HEAD ON THE WAY TO SAVING THE GALAXY