"Cut off Stan’s cock and balls, roast them over the fires of hell, and serve them with a ketchup made of his blood," I say with a shrug. “The others get to stay and watch.” "Anything else?" he asks. "While Stan’s enjoying their meal let them all feel every ounce of pain they inflicted on me." "Excellent." Krampus snaps his fingers, summoning another quartet of elves. "Make sure these wretched humans suffer the prescribed punishments."
