The imps. Ah gods the imps. They live in a bog at the edge of the forest and sometimes they come asking the elves for sugar so they can bake their little imp tarts. But THEN they won't leave. They sit around telling fart jokes and pulling the hair of the girls (or the boys). You ask them to leave nicely, you drop hints that hey, the sun is going down.. or hey, is the bog on fire or am I just smelling things?

It never fails.. eventually you have to force them to go home with a little gentle persuasion, so the elves call the local po-po. Here's Toru about to politely ask them to fly home. He's using a staff to do it, and he really loves his job. He also doesn't care for imps, or fart jokes.

I particularly love his expression.

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