“What’s going on?” He glowered at Blitz and Hearth. “Should I kill the dwarf and the elf?” “No!” Blitzen yelped. “Don’t kill the dwarf and the elf!” “They’re with me,” I said. “We’re leaving.” “Squirrel,” T.J. explained. Halfborn’s shaggy eyebrows achieved orbit. “Squirrel as in squirrel squirrel?” “Squirrel squirrel,” Mallory agreed. “And I’m surrounded by moron morons.”
