Nah, better not, they'll only pocket it. I'll just have to come round in person, it's the only option. If you just leave the key under the flowerpot like last time, I'll make sure I don't wake the missus.
I'm not scared of them elves. They can't touch me. Mainly because I've got their passports in a locked safe. And I'm not ruling anything out, the P4 runs all night, you know!
And I didn't even have a Lion Bar! curiouser and curiouser... So, what ARE you doing up at such a ridiculous hour? Apart from eating me out of house and home, that is.
Do you know, I think those darned elves might have put something in our Lion Bars. I've come over all peculiar, and I can't think of any other explanation.
To be honest, I brought them into this country illegally, smuggled under the tarpaulin of an Eddie Stobart lorry, so I'd be looking at a ten stretch for people trafficking if anyone ever found out.
Have you ever tried that chocolate body paint? I've always wondered about it, but never had the opportunity. I sort of imagine that the idea of it would be better than the practicality, and that after about ten minutes the one doing the licking would start to feel a bit sick.
Minutes? I'm paying them by the hour! (sigh) Still, I suppose if you're happy with the service, that's the main thing. As Simon & Garfunkel once memorably sang, you've got to keep the customer satisfied.
Me too! It's by far the best bit. I'm always secretly rather annoyed in the summer when newsagents put them in the fridge. Chocolate is supposed to be eaten at body temperature. Or something.