"I don't know, Molly," Bill said, scratching his head. "Stealing from kids? That's messed up even for us." "Oh relax," Molly replied with a smirk. "No one gets hurt. We swoop in, snatch the gifts, and disappear before anyone knows what hit 'em. Easy peasy." "Oh sure, and what about the crying children? The furious parents? The shame and guilt eating away at our consciences?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Says the guy who jacked a church donation box last week. Hypocrite." "Well, I was drunk and felt bad afterwards okay? This is different!" "Oh really? Because I recall a certain someONE begging me for an 'in' to the scene after you got axed from your dead-end job. Said you were 'all in' on a life of crime." "I was drunk then too! Listen, I'm just saying, don't we have a shred of humanity left?" "No, we don't. Now put on the elf costume, grab the sack, and let's get this show on the road. Face it, Bill - we're bad people. The sooner you embrace that, the easier this life will be." "Fine. But if one kid looks at me with those big, innocent eyes...I'm outta here."