A ship full of elves. Guaranteed weirder than a barrelful of monkeys.

One of the elves speaks. “My name is Wave. I am the captain of this ship, the Ironic. We are headed to the North Pole to help Santa – which, by the way, we do not do on a regular basis. It’s how we feed ourselves.”

Another elf jabbed Wave with his elbow.

“And, as Kind so nicely reminded me, I talk too much. Anyways, welcome aboard. You might find some difficulty moving around, as it is designed for elves. We hope you will be okay – that was a pretty rough storm.”

Wave paused for a moment, gesturing to two other elves.

“Would you like anything? If so, Play and Sun shall get it for you.”

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