Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Gabe thought he would help himself to Weyland's accounts
Just breaking through the ice with the bad pub discounts.
It was all too simple just a couple of clicks
He was not prepared for the following conflict.
The Corp cared not for the money, only the tag
Spending every last credit so Gabe would not brag.
A Dedicated response team blew down his door
Spraying bullets as Gabe hid laid under his floor.
Gabe thought that he had escaped the scary gun chase
The apartment block crumbled, scorched, no carapace.
-- Festive NBN broadcast paid for by the Weyland Consortium