Let's be productive together!

Next morning. Before Jimmy woke up, Piers headed towards the school. He felt that waking Jimmy up wouldn't be the right thing to do. And Jimmy himself didn't mind it either.

He had to head to work at ten in the morning, so there was plenty of time in his hand. So, rather than preparing for work, he just laid on the bed staring at the ceiling for the longest time.

[System notification:

The creator enquires whether this is the right time to have a chat with you.

Join the video chat.

Yes/No]

Jimmy stared at the screen before him this time around. Since he had nothing productive to do, he decided to click yes and in little to no time, the screen before him had a big old man's face.

"Heyo, lil Jimmy! Having fun?" Santa asked, trying to sound as hip as possible.

"You could say that, I guess." Jimmy sighed as he spoke.

"Well, you don't look like you're having fun though." Santa stared at Jimmy and spoke.

"You see, at times laying flat on your back like this and staring at the ceiling could be considered fun. I mean, you're the guy who doesn't even get out of your house unless it's the twenty-fifth of December. So, don't talk about fun to me." He replied.

"Hey! I'm burrowed here because I'm busy all year fulfilling young children's wishes, unlike you, who just disappoint people every chance that you got." Santa sassed back at Jimmy.

"I see. I guess I understand why you pick me as your system's holder. A loser recognizes another loser, huh?" Jimmy smirked as he spoke.

"Ah, finally! You admit you are a loser—wait a minute! I'm not a loser!" Santa went ballistic defending himself this time.

"Pretty quick. I thought you would take an eternity to get that I insulted you." Jimmy applauded Santa's efforts.

"Well, bravo! You insulted me. But remember, in turn you also insulted yourself. So, tell me—who's the big loser?" He asked with a victorious look on his face.

Jimmy shrugged. "That would still be you, dear Santa. I'm all about self deprecating humor. As long as you can't handle that, I'd always win." This time around, Jimmy had a victorious look. Neither of them realized that in someone else's eyes, they would've looked absolutely pathetic.

"Oh, you poor soul. The next time I head to the heavenly meeting, I'd ask God to get yourself over your pathetic state." Santa sighed.

"My, my. I can't believe it. The harbinger of happiness can't get me out of my pathetic state. Well, I mean, you are one of the reasons for it too, right?" He replied. This took a hit on Santa's pride though.

"Just stop it. Stop blaming me. I get it. You would've been something great, you've told that a million times. And I haven't lost—yet. I will bring a smile to that face of yours; just like I bring one to the faces of all those kids." Santa replied in an uplifting tone.

"I see. Good luck with that. Can I ask you a question now?" Jimmy asked.

"Hmm, sure." Santa was hesitant to say yes, but decided to hear what Jimmy had to ask.

"You said you're holed in that—cave of yours for an entire year because you're building gifts for children, right?" He asked.

"I mean, I'm not technically holed in here for an entire year. I do go for the monthly heavenly meeting conducted by God and presided by multiple mythical beings much like myself. It's just that I don't appear in the mainland much. But yea, I'm 'holed' in my Santa cave with the elves because I'm busy making those gifts for the children." He nodded his head as he replied.

"Be honest with me though. Is that really the case?" Jimmy asked, glaring darts at Santa, who suddenly looked all nervous.

"Umm, why do you ask that? You think I just lied to you?" Santa protested, but the tone was so weak that Jimmy felt that his assessment was somehow right.

"Yes." He replied, without beating around the bush.

"But why? Why do you think so?" Santa asked.

"Well, how come you know what these kids want? I mean, the wishes of children could be vastly different from the first day of the month to the last day. So, it wouldn't make sense for you guys to just start building stuff out of nowhere for no reason." He addressed his suspicions.

"Ah, that. We plant the ideas for the latest tech to the minds of the creators of it, so we have insider information." Santa replied, while giving out a nervous chuckle.

"Wait, that means you're the reason for many of the shitty inventions that's been happening all these years?" Jimmy asked, looking astonished after knowing this fact.

"What? No—wait, if I'm the one who did the shitty inventions, I'm also the one who did the good inventions, right? How come you're not crediting me for that?" He asked.

"Well, that's because I think you're bullshitting and had complete belief that you'll go against your previous statement." Jimmy replied.

"When did I? Oh, that was a blunder from my part. Nothing other than that. I promise!" Santa retorted.

Jimmy sighed. "How long are you gonna do that, dude? Just, tell me the truth now, will ya?" He asked.

Santa felt like he had no choice but to reveal the truth. "Okay, we work on it when Christmas comes. Well, for the licensed products, we straight up purchase them from the shop or else warranty problems will screw things over. We do the dolls and stuff though." He explained.

"See, it was this simple! Why'd you lie to me?" Jimmy asked.

"Well, you talked about me being unproductive." Santa pouted.

"Is there something wrong with that? You ARE unproductive for the most part, aren't you? You can't deny that now, can you?" Jimmy asked.

"You're right. I have no right to talk about someone else's laziness as long as I myself am lazy." Santa replied. Jimmy nodded his head along as well. However, he never would've expected to hear the next statement from Santa. "So, how about we become productive together?" He asked.

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