Hi guyzzz.

This is meh entreh for Santa's Skin Compi!
As forum browsers may know, I recently held a skin contest. I just want to let you all know that that contest (heh heh, that that. :) ) has been cancelled. All who have entered will get a small prize.

Story: (Note: Part of this story holds obvious (For those who know it) references to The Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams)
If you've read the Scary Guy story, this story will make sense (Sorta). Scary Guy cleaned himself up, and headed for his spaceship. He looked at the settings. "Ship Wash, Jupiter Warp, Neptune Warp, Improbability Drive Activation, Saturn... Wait." He scanned all the selections he had read so far. "Computer?" "Yes Master Cyan Coat?" "Activate Improbability Drive, please." "Yes sir." The ship, called The Lungs of Gold, started to wibble and wobble. The lights went out, and when they came back on, the ship, it's inhabitant, and everything else in it, was made out of wool. Scary Guy, now calling himself his old name, Arthur Bent, vomited out woolen rainbows into the nearest woolen bin. "Computer, please remind me never to that again." "Never do that again, sir." The ship's computer reminded him. "So, where are we?" Arthur asked the ship. By now the ship had gone back to normal. "The North Pole, Master. On Earth." "Ahhh. Earth." Arthur said, with disgust in his voice. "My ancestors came from here. Normal Brown Bears, but then one day one was born Cyan and now there are Cyan Bears." "Very interesting, Master Cyan Coat, but you'd better be quick, what the humans call Santa is coming to us." Then The Lungs of Gold's Computer started singing an off key Christmas song. "Santa Claus is coming, to our shiiiip" Arthur Bent rushed to the door, and opened it just in time. "Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas!" Santa Claus exclaimed. "Welcome to the North Pole! I'm looking for recruits to become elves, and you look just right!" "I'd love to be an elf!" Arthur exclaimed sarcastically, but he was so good at hiding sarcasm that not even the sarcasm master would be able to detect sarcasm in his voice. "Excellent! Come along, we'll get you suited up in your uniform!" And so Arthur Bent left the Lungs of Gold, to become an elf forever. Is it forever, or is it not though?

I hope that was a great story! See ya! Merry Christmas!