Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the base not a Marine was working, not even the cook.

Alone sat an Ellegos, cold and hungry, desperately lacking in money. Visions of food danced through his thoughts, but fed he was not.
Then on team speak there rose a drunken clatter, Ellegos complained and asked "what was a matter?" 

To his surprise a drunken Saint Omar had arrived. With a drunken slurred laugh, and evil plan hatched, poor Ellegos would not go famished. 
Saint Omar called, bartered and debated. Phone call after Phone call, Saint Omar would come through, with a hot pizza and a cold mountain dew.

Not long later, an order was placed, loaded with drunken disgrace. As Saint Drunken Omar left for bed, he called out "Marry Christmas to all, Frig you all and good night"

 -The End-

OmarMarious