[early on the morning of Thursday, December 14th, Santa stumbles into office greeted by Bernard, the head elf…]
[Bernard] YOU'RE A MESS. Were you out partying… on a WEDNESDAY?? AGAIN??!!!
[Santa] It seems as such. Some investors were in town, so we went over to the Mistletoe Lounge and things got a little out of hand.
[Bernard] I oughta report you to HR. Seriously. This is getting out of control.
[Santa] We're like a family here; no need for formal HR processes!
[Bernard] Where's the list for today's naughty kids? We're behind on coal lump production.
[Santa] Umm.
[Bernard] You're joking. Tell me you're joking. You lost the list again?
[Santa] Well, not lost per se.
[Bernard] Then where is it?
[Santa] I have it… but I only scribbled down the names real quick with slashes in between them.
Looks like we're gonna need to pick up the slack for Santa yet again. He's got a list like "melkey/prime/theo/trash" and we need to turn it into a union of strings "melkey" | "prime" | "theo" | "trash".
Let's get this done before the rest of the elves find out.
prompt by Dimitri Mitropoulos of MiTS