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Atop Mt. Crumpet, lived the horrible Grinch. When it comes to Christmas, he has a reputation for going rabid by the mere mention of it. He hated it so much he literally stole the damn thing. Why you might ask? Well... It's because the Grinch aspired to become a doctor. You're probably wondering what that has to do with Christmas. It all started a long time ago, during his time in med school. His training had required him to deliver a baby and the birth of Christ just so happened to be his first assignment.

The nativity was going A-Okay until Christ gnawed his way out the labia like a Xenomorph. He’d already developed mature adult teeth because of course he can! he's the son of the Lord, Goddamn it. Jesus brutally ripped through Mary's conch curtain, and the Virgin cried the shrill of hope, her mountain lion-like scream made God wonder why he had put this innocent woman through this when he had all the power to create life from shit-ridden filth in a farmer's pigsty. The agony drove Mary to poop a little; her chocolate ejaculate conception.

It was total chaos, screams and sobs filled the air. There was blood everywhere, and the humidity? It's like catshit odor blown into your face by hot summer winds. The stench was ungodly. The place resembled hell. What irony.

To Grinch, it was a disgusting vista. There were shrapnel of Mary's broken hymen covering the holy child's bald head like sprinkles on a cupcake.

"Fuckin hell, this shit is making me sick!" grumbled Grinch. He soon felt something rise up, and it wasn't his unwashed dick either.

Grinch vomited onto the face of the newborn messiah!

Baby Jesus was baptized with regurgitated Mi Goreng and Starbucks Cappuccino. Who needs the river Jordan when you've got flavor paradise.

"THAT'S HIM! THATS THE SICK BASTARD!!" Carpenter Joseph tattle-tailed, pointing at Grinch from the door—More like from the outside, I forgot they're in a stupid manger. Joseph had brought along the posse with him: The Three Kings!

"SINNER! You motherfucking Sodomizer!" recited one king. "How dare you profane this sacred moment of biblical history!"

"I say we punish this devil sympathizer!" Added another.

"HEAR HEAR!"

"These were meant for our prophesied savior" The third ruler shuffled an arm inside his gift bag, "I reckon our initial arrangements have undergone alterations"

It turned out the gifts they brought were all sorts of high-end sex toys! Anal Beads, Glow-in-the-Dark ovipositors, Ponytail butt plugs, The Recto-flute, MaterBater, Vibrators exclusive for males, that fucking dildo that has Obama's face for a dickhead... you name it! It's all there!

The Grinch backed off. "Whoa! Boys, chill... It's all an accident, trust me bros!"

"That's the plan!" Replied the three kings in unison. They all sounded the same; very African-American. "We're gonna cozy you up in this little manger! Tie you up like a stupid hog... Like livestock!"

The monarchs turned their three-man orgy crew into four as they added Grinch into the MIX. They ganged up on the Greenman, plugged a vibrator in his rectum and tied him up BDSM style.

The Grinch was bound using Jesus' umbilical cord, hanging from the wooden beams of the manger. His nuts were also tied so he couldn't cum—he needs to keep his eggnog for himself unless they tell otherwise. The classic cock and ball torture.

"I'm sorry, Grinch... Couldn't find a good bondage in this time period. We have to make do with what we've got" one ruler apologized as he tightened the cord.

Grinch spat out the ball gag and said, "Bullshit! You got the Lovehoney Butt Tingler 2023 up my stinkin' ass. How does that make any sense!?"

"God grants miracles sometimes. I sacrificed my wife and daughter for these babies!" The king retorted, holding a state-of-the-art automatic dildo machine. "Of course, you'd know by now the package included my heterosexuality... I sacrificed that too!"

The three kings then goatse'd Grinch's dung dungeon and plunged the massive sex contraption inside, not just the dick part, but the entire apparatus!

"OHWOOOHGH!" The Grinch howled and clenched his ass in pain, then his entrails molded into the shape of the mechanism.

One king switched the machine on, and it scrambled the shit around the Grinch's guts into chocolate slush Cadbury McFlurry.

"Urrhhgh UWAAAAH!" Grinch moaned.

"Listen to that! He loves taking it up the bum!" mocked one of the royals. "He's so gay!"

"A gay in a manger!" chimed in another. "Get it? Just like the song?"

"Shut the fuck up. You ain't funny!" The prior king bitch-slapped the one who joked. "You ain't shit!"

Then the three wise men arise their groin surprises: their throbbing monarchic dicks with regal lengths of 3.16 inches, or what they like to call them, "John-son 3:16". They made sure all of Grinch's holes were thoroughly invaded that night.

That was the most traumatic shit Grinch had ever experienced. He was fucked; butt fucked. The constitution also revoked his medical license for puking over the lamb of God. His chances of becoming a doctor were negative. That was the lowest point of his life.

If there's anything we can gather from that scene. It's the fact that childbirth is disgusting as fuck. And to answer why the Grinch hated Christmas? Well, you're right, the flashback had nothing to do with his resentment. He was actually bullied during a Christmas party at school, and it pissed him off. There's your answer.

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Back in the present—the actual story—It was Christmas Eve once more. As usual, the Grinch did what he does best, adopting absurd Chinese customs. He was busy boiling his pet dog when a sudden ring from his phone interrupted him.

"Hello?" The Grinch answered it.

"Yo, Grinch! Are you the one who they call, The Grinch?" a voice with a New Yorker accent inquired. He sounded like a bald man

"Yeah! What's the scope, homie!?"

"Word is you stole Christmas? "The" Motherfuckin' Christmas!?"

Grinch proudly smirked, "Damn right!"

"Okay... Me and my partner, Marv here have a proposition for ya...'" the caller said, "We want you to do some stealing for us... There's this house we couldn't crack and it's driving me bonkers! They say you's the best for the job!"

"What's in it for me?"

"You pull it off, and you get awarded by the Guinness World Records for Greatest Heist in History!"

"Now we're talkin!" Grinch grinned.

"Good shit! We'll link up tomorrow in Chicago to hash out them details!"

"Chicago!?" The Grinch asked, confused, "I live inside a snowflake, Foo! Where the fuck is Chicago!?"

"Illinois, my boy!" answered the dealer, "Don't worry! We got your flight covered. You won't miss it!" And then he hung up.

The Grinch shrugged and packed his stuff. He's heading for Chicago, baby! Birthplace of the greatest baseballer, Michael Jordan!

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"You really think he's the guy we need, Har?" Marv doubted for like the hundredth time.

"How many times do I have to say this, damn it!... Yes!" Harry displayed his frustration by banging on the car A/C. "The bastard literally stole Christmas! Like how's that even possible!?"

"Ackchyually... The context is metaphorical" elaborated Marv, "You see, Harry... the story is a though-provoking exploration of the true meaning of Christmas, emphasizing that it goes beyond material things! Christmas is really about the vibe and-"

"I don't give a flying fuck about that sappy shit, Marv" Harry cut the infodump, "The point is... The Grinch stole a fucking holiday! If he can do that, then stealing from the McCallister's is gonna be a breeze out a gay man's asshole"

Since morning, the two bandits had been parked in front of the McCallister estate. They slept through the day while waiting for the Grinch. By the time they awoke, the street began to dim as nightfall approached. Streetlamps and Christmas lights replaced the sun, and the block instantly resembled a ghost town. It was not long after that the cab, which supposedly harbor the Grinch, pulled up right next to them.

"Speak of the Devil! Here cums our guy now!" Harry announced.

When the cab door opened, one tiny snowflake stepped out. It floated into the bandit's car, just between the two men. The Grinch then materializes from that flake, dropping his anus right on the stick!

"OWWWWW!" Grinch howled in pleasure.

"Ah, Mr. Grinch! Way to make an entrance, faggot!" welcomed Harry. "Welcome to Chicago! Get that stick out ya bum... we need to talk business!"

Before they can set the wheels in motion, the men had a discussion.

"So your telling me I gotta kidnap the child inside that house too!? I didn't agree to this!" The Grinch was alarmed. "You fucks know there's a difference between robbing and child trafficking, right?"

"Bro, why only settle with junk when you got a body full of organs that's worth more!" Harry winked and flashed his golden smile. "Now get your cute butt in there and get daddy the goodies!" he slapped Grinch's ass and the latter giggled and skipped away, blushing like a pansy.

"Should we tell him about the kid?..." Marv leaned in a whisper.

"You kiddin!? The guy looks like he kidnaps and eats out children! He'll be fine!"

Marv's face hardened. Harry didn't appear to be taking the situation seriously. "You're aware we're responsible if anything happens to the guy, right?"

"Yeah, I'm aware"

"Then we must tell him about that bastard child!"

Now Harry countered with his own stern expression. "It'll only complicate things! All he has to do is sneak in and knock the fucker out. That kid won't know he comin..." Harry's face softened into an assuring tone. "Look, this has to work. It got to..." He gently took Marv's hand in his. "That kid has caused us more physical harm than what my drunk dad's done to my mother! It's about time he pay the price...and said price are his kidneys we can sell for cash. It'll be enough, for... f-for my chemo..."

Marv noticed tears streaking from his partner's eyes. "Look, Harry... you, erm... We don't need to do this. My wedding funds! we can use that to pay the bills. There's no need to commit organ theft!"

"You mean the money you spend your whole life doing sex work to earn!? That wedding funds!?"

"I could just start over! It's no big deal!"

"It is to me, damn it!" Harry snapped, "I can't stand seeing randos getting blowjobs from you. It gets me hard! Your mouth and sphincter belongs to me and mine only!" he looked deep into Marv's glossy orbs, "Marv, Baby... you dreamt of this wedding since we were eight... we were such gay ass children back then, with equally gay ass dreams... and It'll hurt me if I'll be the one who'd destroy it. I can't let that happen because of my disease. Keep the money; it has to be me who'll solve this. And once we've paid off everything... we head straight to church and have the best homoerotic wedding there is. Believe it!"

"Oh, Harry!" teary-eyed, Marv penetrated his bald lover's mouth with his tongue!

The two bandits engaged in wet and sticky sex!

Both men got to taste each other's dental plaques as their tongues explore teeth-by-teeth like a door-to-door visit by a Mormon. Frantically they ripped their clothes off as they suck faces so they can rub their sweaty bodies together.

Marv tongue-fucked Harry's cavities, and Harry's cock throb at each poke at his blackened molars.

"Keep raping my tooth pussy, Marvin!" whimpered Harry, forehead veiny as toothache burned his head like a bad case of migraine... or to be accurate, getting ear-fucked lobotomy. Marv's razor-sharp tongue was unrelenting on his tooth rot but he endured; after what they went through in the first and second Home Alone movies, they'd be masochists by now.

Suddenly, Marv groped his bald man's similarly hairless moist penis. He then aligned it back-to-back with his own cock like conjoined twins. Marv's turd knocker was longer and girthier. Harry's dick looked like Marv's dick's dick when viewed side by side—A dick inception. Afterwards, Marv began to pump the Siamese meats together, initiating the doppelter double handjob.

"Gosh Oh Gee! Look who's getting wet already!" teased Marv, eyes gazed at the pre-cum buildup on Harry's peepee tip. He broke the dew and smothered it all over both penises, lubing the gay friction.

"Time to put this meatus up Uranus!"

They separated their rock-hard shafts, and it was hard to do because of the dried hardening precum; just imagine pulling your wang from a glue trap.

"Upsy-Daisy!" Marv cupped Harry's hairy buttcheeks and lifted it in the air. Then he slammed that cake directly on the gearshift!

"AAAAAHHHHHOOOO..." Harry screamed aloud like when his balls were shot with a BB gun in the movie. He followed it with gibberish swearing that was also in the movie. Shortly after that, the cancer patient was double-analized as, without warning, Marv plunged his huge dangle tool into his rectum!

"Did I get him? Where'd it go? Where is it?" asked Marv, feeling for Harry's inflamed prostate.

"Never mind!" Harry grinded himself against his butt violators, shifting gears as he did so. His tumorous prostate was stuck between the dick and gearshift like smashed meatball burgers. "Now how do you like that, huh? Ya jerk!" And after vigorous penis and gearstick thrust combos, his tumor disintegrated into a gory mess. "AHHHRGHGH!"

"That's the one! That's the silver tuna!" Marv said as he blended blood and dung with his animalistic cock. They fucked all greasy with anal fluids and shit that the escaping air got some stank to it when windshields are down.

The last time we saw the two butt burglars was Harry breastfeeding Marv while his ass kept its grips on a cock, then the camera pans out to the Grinch entering the McCallister manor.

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The Grinch woke up with his arms and legs tied up BDSM style with Christmas lights and his head hurt. Alarmed by this, he struggled to break free but to no avail. He screamed his panic and discovered he had a ball gag between his lips that tasted like it's been inside someone's ass recently.

"How's your ass taste, Mr. Grinch?" A voice came up from the shadowy corner. "On second thought, don't answer that. I'd like to do that myself."

Grinch trembled. His ass!? No wonder it tasted familiar. Just so that we're on the same page here, The Grinch doesn't wipe—as a real man should. Instead, he lick his bunghole like a dog after taking a savage number two.

"Who could this mysterious guy be?" Grinch pondered. Harry didn't tell him about this. He was told about some stupid kid, but this one sounded matured. Things just don't add up. "Show yourself! Who the fuck are you and is this how you treat your guest?"

"Oh trust me, Grinch. You wouldn't guess the expanse of my hospitality. Not even in your wildest disturbed dreams." Kevin McCallister emerged from the dim-lit corridor, a straight up villain with hands behind his back.

"Is this him? The one he shouldn't worry about?" thought the Grinch. This ain't no damn child. He looked like Macauley Culkin's current grown ass yet he sure acting unlike one. The kiddie jammies he's wearing didn't help either. "Look, child. Sexy little boys shouldn't be—"

"No, YOU shouldn't be sneaking into a sexy little boy's crib!" Kevin intervened. He paced closer to the Grinch. "No matter. The boys and I do need some company. We've been alone for too long. Luckily, all it took was a paint bucket to your face and our problem's solved."

Well that explained Grinch's mild concussion. Yet another question arose. What does he mean by The boys and I and We? You mean there's more of them inside the house?

And when Kevin reached Grinch, he kneeled beside his panicking asshole. "Oh how I forgot how good interaction was. And what a convenient way to do it but with, The Grinch." Then he prayed. "Bless this highly nutritious CACA-roni and cheese dinner and the green fuck who owns it. Amen. MHmmmm"

The Grinch felt his cheeks parting and followed by Kevin's tongue sliding into his wet, bitter rectum.

"You like that, babe? I called this one the Dune worm!" said Kevin as he got his licks in, extending and digging his tongue deeper. Seven inches!

It did a job on Grinch and he homo-moaned. "Oh lordy lawd!" It was a hot moan. The sexiest Grinch moan you could ever come up with. Kevin tasted him in different areas he didn't even know he had—like the film studio just left to his appendix. Kevin really stuffed his face far down into his soft green asscrack like a man smothered by a pillow that's unwashed for a year.

"Guys, I'm eating junk and rubbish! You better come out and stop me!" Said Kevin, calling out to his missing family.

In all honesty, Grinch had to admit this was hot, if it weren't for the Michael Jordan cutout just looming over close. Kevin had meticulously placed it there so he could imagine eating his black basketball ass instead of the Grinch.

"I get that your whole schtick is that you're a filthy hairy hobo, but what I didn't expect is your asshole to be this flaky and dingleberry'd. At least put some moisturizer or something on this shit, man. God damn!" Kevin teased, asshair collecting on his lips. "Fear not. I assure you, after this, your poopoo hole will be smooth as silk! I'm serious. I will not be leaving any crumbs, and that includes butt pubes!" And soon after, his tongue reentered, probing, seeking the most delicious portions.

And before Grinch even knew it happening, he was chubbing and moist-in-the-loins leaky. Him flooding the floor ankle-high with his precum speaks volumes about how horny he really was.

"Looks like we have a plumbing problem in our hands." Kevin was generous enough to cop him a feel, handing him a tasty tasty reach-around. But not before applying aftershave on his meat-beating hand.

Grinch cupped his cheeks with his hands and did the iconic Home Alone pose, "Ahhhh! Please be more sensual with my dingaling!"

"You misunderstand the situation. I thought we established this already. I'm not the one that's taking orders here, slut!" Kevin said, his dominance in full force. And he went back to eating dat dirty ass. He started aggressively jerking the green man, getting giddy from all the flavors of Grinch's whole week, slowing every now and then when he felt Grinch throb. No orgasms allowed, not unless he say so.

But Grinch hadn't master the art of semen retention, and with how savagely Kevin was jilling him off, he knew his limit was nigh.

"Don't you fuckin' dare!" Kevin warned.

"Oh fuck! I'm sorry! I can't!" The first volley of spunk didn't shoot out of Grinch's cock but just kinda spilled out onto the floor, which was known to happen on occasion.

"You bitch! How dare you disobey me!" Furious, Kevin spanked the Grinch's nuts so hard it spun 360 five times mid-cumming!

"ARRGH!" The slap twisted Grinch testicles like the coils of a noose and wrung him. It improved the power of his ejaculation as he's now pissing semen as hard as the border patrol hosing illegal aliens attempting to cross the border. "Holy fuck, all the cum!"

"Yeah! That's what you want right? Now feel that orgasm tear through as your balls concave! HAW HAW AHW" Kevin laughed, getting a kick out of Grinch's predicament. Instead of slapping his knees, he smacked the Grinch's back with the Jordan cutout as if this was a WWE wrestling match.

"I can assure you that this is not the least bit amusing." replied Grinch.

"Well it is to us! And that's all that matters here."

There it was again. Us. Kevin had already destroyed the Grinch all by himself. Now imagine more of them ganging up on his ass.

Moments followed, the dying embers of the Grinch's climax expelled the final drops, and devious as he always was, Kevin made sure to let Grinch know that he wouldn't allow him some form of recovery. The McCallister had another trick up his sleeve. He rummaged his foreskin, trying to find the item he wanted amongst the various sex toys and traps within.

"I'm sorry I had to do this to you, Grinch. You have such an exquisite shit exit. It's too bad failure to submit to your Dom results to severe punishment. Ah, here we are!" Kevin pulled out a large anal bead. Large because it used Christmas balls in place of the usual small silicone ones.

"NOoO! Not the beads! Anything but the beads!" the Grinch squirmed away, gaining a few ground before Kevin's Neo-Nazi boots bore down on him and rooted him to the spot.

"Don't leave just yet, babe. This is the best part!" Kevin said as he playfully prodded the first ball against the Grinch's crying asshole. "Take it from someone who have tried it. It'll rock your world!"

Kevin inserted the smegma-covered bead righty-o in the Grinch's booty-o, and as if on cue the Grinch spasmed alive like a coin-operated horse ride. Kevin must've thought the very same simile because he immediately rode Grinch's back, slapping Grinch's asscheeks repeatedly and feeling like a kid again. "Giddy-Up! Yeehaw! Now I get why girls love horse riding so much! It feels good on the nuts!"

After Kevin had wet himself from the ride, like any man who'd ejaculated, he was back to being serious in life. "Now, here's the whole gist, Grinchy. When I say you clench, you clench hard. You got that?"

The Grinch nodded. Not so much in obedience but of fear.

"Good girl... Here's your reward."

Another bead was inserted into the Grinch.

Kevin then said. "That's it, loverboy. Get a good feel. Now, clench..." and the Grinch did.

The beads shattered inside the green man's rectum!

"aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" The Grinch screamed bloody murder.

"Come again? I didn't catch that." Kevin removed the ball gag from his bottom's mouth.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The Grinch screamed so loud it can be heard throughout the whole gated ethnostate.

”What was that? You heard that too, right?”Marv said.

"Probably the body in the trunk." replied Harry. "Remind me to finish him off later." They then continued seasoning their bowl of anal flukes as Avatar: The Way of Water played on their infotainment system.

Meanwhile, back inside the house.

"Oh! I thought you said something." Kevin shrugged and he put the ball gag back in place, filtering the Grinch's anguish once more. 'Anyways, here comes bead number three!"

Of course Kevin had Grinch clench that too into glassy shrapnel, killing the film crew inside his bowels.

"AHHHHOWWOWOOWO!" The ball gag vibrated due to the intensity of the Grinch's screams.

Then, Kevin thought up another improper usage of free will. He placed his raging erection against the ball gag and felt its tremors upon his sensitive dick head, stimulating him. "Ugh fuck! Have a facial, my beloved!"

The Grinch saw three spurts come sailing at his face at high speeds. The first rope hit his eye, the second had more power to clip his forehead, and lastly, the weaker third went into his left nostril. The Grinch immediately smelled bleach thereafter. His nose, provoked, reacted with a sneeze, sending the ball gag flying straight at Kevin's nuts!

Now it was Kevin's turn to do the Home Alone pose. "ARHGHGH!" He withdrew, his screams made note that it hurt, hands tending his pained sack. "F-fighting back are ya? I like that! I love me some feisty bitches!"

In his domestic rage, Kevin began to wildly shove the shattered anal beads in and out, in and out! He was practically sawing the fuck outta the Grinch's insides into uneven terrain!

The Grinch on the other hand was in ejaculation galore, scream-cumming out of his wits.

Kevin found humor at the sight and guffawed. "Look at him! We really had his ass totaled didn't we, guys!" He patted himself on the back, grinning like a proud father. "We sure fuckin' did, Kevin!" he replied to himself, his tone dripping with self-satisfaction.

Then, switching to a lower-ghetto-pitched voice, he muttered, "When's it gonna be my turn, Kevin? I wanna join in on the fun!" Without skipping a beat, he answered in his normal voice, "Don't worry, Kevin. After Kevin takes his shot, He's all yours."

Call him crazy, but the Grinch was starting to think Kevin had been talking to himself. Was this what he meant by "Us" and "We"? Did he really mean the voices in his own head? "Hey, nutcase! How long have you been alone in this house?"

Kevin slowly craned his attention towards the Grinch. His blank gaze eerily hinted of various personalities. "More than thirty years...."

The Grinch nodded. Well, that about sums it up! Kevin's gone nuts from isolation. "Just to clear my confusion, do you happen to be a split personality?"

"Yes..." Kevin spoke like a hollow husk.

"And exactly how many of you are in that screwball head of yours?"

"Three...."

"Just three?" Grinch repeated.

"Yes, but not JUST any three bastards!" said Kevin, voice changing in different intonations.

Those voices. There's something familiar about them.

"Remember us, Grinch!?" Kevin continued. "When we tied you up with Jesus' umbilical cord!? We talked just... like... THIIIISSS!" The voices meld into one singular African-American accent.

"No it can't be!" The Grinch backed away in fear, asscheeks walking like legs. It was them. There's no doubt about that. The Three Kings... alive again! "H-H-How is this even possible!"

As if he's been waiting to be asked that, Kevin inhaled. "You see, the impossible becomes trivial when one is religiously linked," he began. "When we died of later age, our wandering souls lingered in purgatory, awaiting the perfect vessel to be reborn into. Since we're basically booty bros with amazing booty bonds, we're to be reincarnated as one—destined to merge within this Kevin guy. But it wasn't easy, no. Three minds bound to a single form—fused into one fragmented personality. Well not until our irresponsible family abandoned us—left us to rot—the cracks finally opened. And through those cracks, we became... exactly what we were always meant to be. Your living nightmare!"

"Huh? But why haunt me all over again? Have you guys already damaged me enough then?"

"Damaged, yes... but clearly not enough. After all, the three kings have three kinks. And we've only indulged the first." Kevin said, revealing a state-of-the-art automatic dildo machine.

Grinch's eyes bulged. "Oh God! Not that again! No... NO... NOOOOOOOOO!"

The empty mansion put his defeated cries on loop.

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"Merry Christmas ya' filthy animal... and a Happy New Year." Kevin said as he conducted his guest out his manor. "Come back again next time!" he winked and slapped the Grinch's buttocks, which had a dollar wedged between the asscrack.

A shy smile warped the Grinch's face, only to soon melt into a contempt frown the moment he turned his back. Tsk! As if he'd come back. There’s no way in fuck he’d let that cunt molest him again!

Marv met the Grinch outside alone, snow heaping at his shoulders as if he'd been out for a while. The cold didn't seem to bother him as he spoke, voice barely a whisper. "It won..."

"No shit!" Grinch snarked back, putting out his ravaged asshole in full display—the ruins caused by his defeat and the fruit of Kevin's triumph. He was gonna berate Marv for lying to him about Kevin when he saw the first of many tears that leaked out of the bandit's eyes. He asked what's wrong but Marv only fell to his knees, yelling, "Oh God, it won! It won!"

"I-I don't understand why you're making a deal out of this!? It's not like you're the one whose ass got violat—" the Grinch's words choked at the sight of it—a recently dug grave. Then, a memory resurfaced. There used to be two of them...

Suddenly, it all made sense. Puzzle pieces falling into place.

Marv's sobs increased, his grief manifesting by ways of ground poundings.

The Grinch could only mirror the man's turmoil. He knelt beside Marv, pulling him into a smelly embrace. "It's okay. I'm here... Let it all out."

And as Marv mourned for Harry, the Grinch prayed silently, wishing that somewhere, somehow, Harry's soul had found peace in the afterlife.

THE END