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Old Juan was dead as a doornail. Still, Ebenezer Malk was far too stingy to change the name on the door, so there it stayed: Juan and Malkavian's Comic Shop. Malk and Juan had particular ways of running a comic shop, one of the most notable was banning anyone who asked for anything by Kevin Smith or Jeph Loeb. And most noticeably, they banned Christmas decoration and ornaments.
"Excuse me sir," came the voice of Malk's one worker and assistant Bob Clockwork. "Christmas is coming and I was wondering if I could have the day off."
"Very well," Malk muttered. "Not like anyone comes here anymore."
That was when there was the bell of a customer coming in was heard and Malk turned his greedy eyes to the door, which fell in disappointment when he saw who it was: his nephew and decorated swordsmaster Alex.
"Merry Christmas, Uncle Malk!" cried Alex, a big bag of gifts over his shoulders.
"And what is there to be merry about, boy?" grumbled Malk. "Event comics everywhere! Fangirls saying Loki was the good guy! The Triple A game industry in stagnation and full of military shooter clones! Indeed, one wishes the industry would fall and save us the grief. Christmas does us no good!"
"Why, uncle!" Alex cried in protest. "To say Christmas does us no good is to misunderstand history of Christmas and how many swordsmen helped shaped, including the great Swordsman Saint Nicholas who slayed the pagan demon the Krampus-"
"Yes, yes." Malk said. "We know. Is there a reason you came?"
"Simply to invite you to my Christmas dinner is all." explained Alex. "I wish you would meet my fiancee?"
Malk snorted. "What? Is she a zweihander?"
"I don't see how that's relevant." Alex replied.
"No Christmas dinner for me, I'm afraid." Malk replied. "Someone must watch the comic shop as my worker seems to see some importance in taking a day off."
"Please, uncle." Alex said. "No one will be here on Christmas day."
"All the more reason to be here!" cried Malk.
Sensing he was not going anywhere with this, Alex simply gave Bob Clockwork his present and was off.
That night, old Ebenezer Malk made his way back to home, but as he pulled the key out to open the door to his room, he heard his cell phone go off.
"Maaaaaaaaalk.... Maaaaaaaalk...." came a mysterious voice.
"Persona 3 suuuuuuuuuuucccccks!"
"Not as much as Eva!" came Malk's instinctual reply.
There was a hushed pause as Malk looked around the apartment building.
"Fucking Android." Malk muttered as he walked into his apartment.