3Words: MAGIC, GLITTER, CRACKERS
“On top of that my house is intruded by some flying elfish-looking man. Is it a dark magic?”
“I am not SOME flying elf… So you would know I am Jeremy Stockings, and you are?”
“Me?” She threw the burnt pie into garbage can. “I’m Angela Robinson. But what matters now is how can I have my ring back?”
“Hold on you glitters, lady. I know those guys, and they are not to be underestimated. Running after then is not like your burning crackers.” Jeremy watched Angela to sit on her chair, and then to rush toward the garbage can.