Joker had never even wanted to participate in the bet, really, but he was one never to back down from a challenge. Especially one he was confident he’d win. Well, he should’ve reconsidered, it seemed.

Here he was, having drawn the short stick, dressed head to toe in thick red cloth. So, he’d lost, and now he had to dress as Santa to distribute the Secret Santa presents to the crew. No big deal. He’d at least make it fun. He clasped his hands together as he limped slightly into the room, shaking the bag.

“Ho, ho! You bastards want some presents?”