Dad: And Santa has this magical teleporter where all the big presents go
Daughter: Wow, he has a transporter?
Dad: I said teleporter. Didn't you hear me?
Daughter: Dad, I can call it anything I want. We're making things up. It's called pretend. As in "Pretend dad hasn't been drinking spiked egg nog since eight this morning."
Dad.... Transporter it is!
Client: Lexus
Agency: Team One