"Excuse me. Are we on a coffee break?"
"We don't drink coffee."
"THEN I GUESS THE BREAK IS OVER! Back to work. Thanks."
I love Bernard.
A awful lot.
If you don't know who Bernard the (head) elf is, please acquaint yourself with his epic Christmas badassery. Every time I watch The Santa Clause
and/or its sequel, the urge to draw him and his festive scowl is overwhelming.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again; Bernard is the best damn elf out there. Crotchety, dry and bitter as all hell, he's what every self respecting elf SHOULD be. God bless David Krumholtz and the five gallons of body glitter he was forced to wear. Sexy, sexy body glitter.
MERRY EFFIN' CHRISTMAS, YOU GUYS.