On the twelfth day of Christmas, mr. Johnson gave to me ...
Twelve bullets flying
Eleven frag grenades
Ten HTR agents
Nine Air elementals
Eight aiming Steel Lynxes
Seven angry Street Samurai
Six grand bounty on my head
Five Toxic Shamans
Four Wasp Spirits
Three kilograms of primed explosives
Two Master Shedim
And a single Terror after me
Merry eighth anniversary of the Awakening!