The book concludes with appendices of All-Time Combatant Rankings (where Kalish and the proofreaders let a misspelling of Krusty the Clown go through under Simpsons Characters. I point it out to add to Kalish's feelings of inadequacy, which I hope to exploit at a later date) and the Sociocultural Significance of These Imagined Altercations.

Santa vs. Satan is one of the funniest books I have read in a while, which would fuel me in my fight with Kalish whose strengths obviously include organizational skills, dedication to completing a project, and a good sense of humor. I would channel my rage at not seeing a great idea in front of me and would organize a large posse of equally angry daydreamers who will all think, “Hell, why didn’t I think of doing that?”

However, I will only use the mob to strike fear in Kalish’s heart, assuming he has one, and forego physical violence. Instead, like most men, I know that Kalish is his own worst enemy and will inevitably be responsible for his downfall, allowing me to keep my hands from getting dirty. I open Santa vs. Satan to page 153 where the outcome between Artist vs. Critic has already been determined. I quote, “The Winner: Critic (KO).”