Extras: It All Happened in the Black Van
Sitting in the driver’s seat of a black van, a tall man with elvish ears turned to face his passengers.
To our amusement, this man was our boss and was aptly named Mr. Elf.
Mr. Elf gestured with his hands extravagantly as he rambled because he was quite known for that. “Did you see that? An officer walked in the house of 213, not 214. Those Fowler sisters must’ve made a mistake with their address on the website-”
We tuned him out and then saw some movement next to him. It was Mischief Mark imitating Mr. Elf from the passenger’s seat.
Mischief Mark waved one hand in the air as the other flicked his ear dramatically, copying Mr. Elf down to the very last nail flick. As entertaining as it was, none of us failed to noticed Mr. Elf’s erratic twitching to his left.
But Mischief Mark didn’t notice a fly.
There was one more thing Mr. Elf was known for—an intensely violent person.
So when Mr. Elf finally turned around to face Mark, we all did what anyone getting paid by the hour would do.
We looked away.