You tell Santa the union wants the elves to have tummy ache insurance. When the workers go to the doctor after eating too many sweets, they get stuck with a very sour bill.

“I suppose we can expand coverage to tummy aches,” Santa relents. “But mark my words: they will never get dental. Not with those festering cavity receptacles they call mouths!”

Santa’s Rage: +25

• If Santa’s Rage is over 100, click here.
• If you want to end negotiations, click here.
• Otherwise, return to the email and make more demands. How many can you get?