Elves were friendly until that was until they had consumed large amounts of lemonade.

“Yo-u stepped on my foot you did”, spluttered Eric the Elf before lurching sidewards to hang on the bar to steady himself.

Terry the Troll groaned inwardly.

“I saw!”, shouted the Elf who was lying on his back pointing at the ceiling.

“I did. Sorry”, said Terry The Troll apologetically.

“Don’t you you try and deny it!”

There was only one thing for it thought Terry The Troll. She flashed her breasts shocking Eric to silence before hitting him with a club from her Gucci handbag.

Death smiled. It was the sort of smile, which although well intended looked like the grin of an angry bulldog about to eat an unwary postman.

“Hello”, said Death charmingly as he could.

Emily froze before the high-pitched scream belted out her mouth.

Death winched, she sounded just like Mable, the banshee Death had once dated until she got the hump with Death wearing his Gucci ear mufflers all the time.

This was the problem with human women marked Death, they got so excited they died on the spot. Maybe the Troll outfit wasn’t such a good idea after all.