Zim: TUNA? Tuna is worth nothing! Why does noone give monies to ZIM?
Gir: We wish you a merry jingly! We wish you a merry jingly! We wish YOUUU!
Crowd Choir, Crowd Choir, Crowd Choir: [singing] Bow down... bow down... before the power of Santa! Or be crushed... be crushed... by his jolly boots of doom!