As the fire slowly dies our heroes realize their only chance is to continue their trek across the frozen wasteland ahead. A quick shiver comes to both as the cold arctic air rips through their hoods. The vibrant red sunrise glisten across the drifts of snow, all their tracks from before now lost in the ice, they pick up their gear and head north hoping to find the home of a jolly old saint. Will they ever find Santa? will the fat guy have to eat the skinny one to survive, does the great cornholio still need TP for his bunghole?...stay tuned and find out.