So, you’re an elf.
Yup.
Nice green hat.
Yup.
Cool feather.
Yeah.
Best red pants I’ve ever seen.
Yup.
Are those pointy shoes comfortable?
Nope.
Would you rather change them?
Nope.
(Is it just me, or is this conversation flagging a bit?)
So, Owen, why are you an elf today?
Not Owen. Olaf.
Ah. Olaf the Elf, yes?
Yup.
Okaaaay. what do elves do, on a fine day like today?
Eat ICECREAM!
Oh really? Why icecream?
It’s for magic.
Well, I can see how that’s handy. What sort of magic?
We make things disappear.
Like what, Olaf the Elf?
ICECREEEEEEAM!
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