Let me tell you about three men, a Merc, an Elf, and a Deer

These three men purge Nevada of sin everyday throughout the year

But on one special day, they work extra hard on the holiday of cheer

They plan out their attacks, and equip their festive gear

First we have Deimos, a rather dopey deer

But make no mistake, he's a menace that all agents fear

With his noes so bright, he can give his targets a good fright

Oh how he smiles with delight, as his foes die underneath his glowing red light

Then we have Sanford, a real hard-hearted elf

Once he comes crashing in, it's every man for himself

Beware the weapon that he wields, a false peppermint stick

Get on his bad side, and he'll give you a real nasty prick

And lastly, a merc who needs no introduction, a man of the utmost respect

Wrong-doings and dark deeds he can easily detect

He'll leave you with cracked ribs, a skull fracture, and a broken back

Right after he finishes a quick cookie snack

Fear the man who professions in purging his world of sin

Fear the wrath of Old St. Wimbleton