Santa finally arrives at the entrance, caked in Nightstalker, rat, and dog blood. He growls, taking off his white overclothing and packing it in, the slop weighing him down and seeping into his leather. He has a few bite marks but after a few stims and bandages he is working fine, his pain tolerance beyond human levels. "Now" he utters, as if talking to something he knows. "How do I get inside.."He inspects the door, noting it's structual strengths and weaknesses. "Simple dynamite will do."He reaches into his pack, opening a container with several sticks of dynamite and a timer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>