Micah let out an incredulous scoff at your childish claim that you had just approached him with. "Santa Claus? You think I look like Santa? You must've lost yer damn mind." he scoffed, returning his gaze back to his guns, which he had been cleaning. You had just randomly approached him and declared that he looked like Santa — which he did not agree with, by the way. Surely, you were far too old to even believe in Santa, anyway.

He glanced around for a moment before looking back down at you. Well, he may as well tell you the truth, right? "Santa ain't even real, kid. 'S just the gang buyin' you gifts 'n sayin' it's from 'ole Saint Nick." he informed you, watching a look of horror spread across your face. He couldn't help but chuckle at your dramatic reaction over something so small. In his mind, there was no room in the outlaw life for these types of things, anyway.