[That looking down on her thing is going to get really old really fast. Or it would if she cared to listen. She's too busy freaky out that yet another poem was just finished and her attempts to get it away from them kept failing. Some help is appreciated, but the jerkass elves don't seem to think so.]
Oi, who do you think you are, ordering us around like that? Think you're hot shit, huh? Prissy little momma's boy like you. We oughta teach you a lesson!
[Well at least they stopped. Marie's just kinda staring at them with her eye raised. It's kinda funny in a weird way, since she can't take these guys seriously at all. They're like, three feet tall and curse up a storm. It's ridiculous.]
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Oi, who do you think you are, ordering us around like that? Think you're hot shit, huh? Prissy little momma's boy like you. We oughta teach you a lesson!
[Well at least they stopped. Marie's just kinda staring at them with her eye raised. It's kinda funny in a weird way, since she can't take these guys seriously at all. They're like, three feet tall and curse up a storm. It's ridiculous.]