"No, no, no-" A tan skinned, curly haired elf makes his way down the halls of the North Pole, passing the Cocoa production brewery and the cookie dough testing lab as he rubs his palm on his forehead. "I want names added to the list alphabetically, we have always, always, done it this way, Curtis. I swear. Amateurs, I'm working with amateurs.

He pauses, putting both his hands up in defeat and flicking them out. "Just handle it, please? I've got a lot on my plate what with Santa having Charlie over and Mrs. Claus wanting a tea to celebrate the newers elves first Christmas on duty.

"Uh, B? No offense sir, you're kind of scaring all the little elves." Curtis mumbles, the short haired bespectacled elf motions down the red and green halls from whence they came. A few shocked elves immediately avert there gazes.

Bernard just sighs. "Yeah, yeah, okay, fine. I'll apologize later, send them a care or something. I'm hardly grumpy, I'm busy, and I'm the only being competent. These elves are adults, but apparently I'm the only Adult." A sound of an opening door makes his pointed ears perk, glowering eyes glancing towards the doors as he rolls his eyes. "Great, just great. Curtis, go. Now, I'll catch up with you tonight for Carol, eh, Mrs. Claus's banquet." Curtis nods and scrambles off as Bernard approaches the intruder.

"What are you doing here? It's operating hours, this is extremely against code."