It's just a few days until Christmas and Tyron Shields has just woken up. He gets around and does his regular morning routine. One of the last parts of this routine is going out and checking the mail. He opens the door and the door bumps into a package, knocking it over. That's strange. Had he ordered something and forgotten about it? Maybe he was doing some last minute Christmas shopping and it had slipped his mind? No, he was fairly sure that this wasn't the case. He had been done with Christmas shopping for at least a week now, having everything bought and wrapped up under his tree, ready for his friends and family to come open them. So what was this mysterious package? He brought it inside, slightly nervous. Was it a package from a rival team's fan, meant to hurt him? Was it one of his friends on the Chicago Butchers? Maybe an old friend from the Ducks? He decided to carefully open the package, which displayed no information on what may be inside.... You're kidding me. It's an oil filter. Tyron pounds his fist on the table, laughing under his breath. He calls up his old friend Matt Krause. "Hey asshole, I got your package. Jokes on you, the car is actually due for an oil change."
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