Now that hte plane ride has taken a full 3 years and shows no sign of slowing down anytime soon because there is no pilot Harmonica has to hand out handguns to all the elfs aboard.

There are partially gnawed elf-slave corpses just about everywhere! Everyone on baord is very hungry by now because there is only so much food on a plane and even 1st class ran out of houerduers a good while ago. Now that all the belts have been boiled and coughed down the ravenous, time dilated, eyes of hte passengers fall upon the hapless elf slaves. Dead or alive.

Quite a significant amount of elf-chattel was already damaged from that frenzied riot earlier then the back to back xmas battles of Spine Eater versus Doghouse Malfoy and Santa Claus versus the eight Hermione, Harmonica, who just as we speak is still handing out those guns. Now the elf's can protect themselfs.

She considers whether to operationalize that little chant she just thought up. Rhyming chants are like mantras, and if they get stuck in your head... BLAM!

Her reverie is disrupted by a commotion nearby! Heres what she heard:

First a series of what sounded like gunshots BLAMBLAMBLAM, then a thudding sound as if a small little tiny body just fell over, and then an argument;

"Chiefy is a good elf!" The strangely familiar voice cried out.

She was so perplexed that she just had to spin around and also look at what was happening, instead of just listening...

Chiefy the elf stood over the body of a striken elf, "no other elf dare says Chiefy is a bad elf!"

A small crowd of elfs stood around the corpse of Bliffy, who it seemed had implied that Chiefy was not a good elf at all...

"Chiefy shot Bliffy!" A female elf named Scriffy screamed out, "Chiefy is a bad el-" BLAM BLAM

She didn't have time to finish. Chiefy lowered his gun and blew smoke from around the bullet hole.

A repetitive piano sample driven beat begans blasting out of nowhere "A snitch elf that's that shit i dont like!" BLAM BLAM "A bitch elf thats that shit i dont like" BLAM BLAM "a BAD ELF that's that shit I don't like!" BLAM BLAM

Chiefy rapped along to a beat and he shot more 'bad elf's as he did so as punctuation where the snares would go. Someone once told me that snares are the exclamation points (!) of a drum kit so that's why he did it that way.

Several other good elfs pulled out there newly received fire arms and joined in.

"Schiffy is a good!" BLAM "elf!" Blam; one of them cried out in time to the music.

"Sniffy is a good!" BLAM "elf!" BLAM! Another one cried out, and then there was bullets everywhere and elfs dropping like only elf-slaves can manage to drop so quick and bloodily. More and more strap'd up elfs joined in and it was like one of those rap-videos where all a bucnh of different rappers take a turn at rapping one by one and it's like a whole gang of them.

But Cho Chang wasn't the Blessed of Enlil for no reason and, as the red hot girl called 'fire tongs' she had used the blessings of the sky to teleport in a very importatnt guest.

Joe Biden, the 46th and last President said "don't you know that gun violence is the leading cause of elf murders in the whole world and that's why I'm destroying and banning all guns for everyone forever except for the police, the second leading cause of death amongst elfs!"

So everyone pretty much clapped along and aplauded this bra ve decision while the elfs, studentsand teachers all lined up to dump their guns in Bidens Big Ol' Dufflebag... Everyone except Chieffy and a few of his crew who stashed dey gunz. Dey make chop on him quickquick to get dey money and dey pay dey policeman him chop, him llookook uda way. N him keepz him gunz for dey chop good-good.

The Presdient didn't notice all the now squat walking elfs who looked like they had just got off long horse rides who had all suitcased there guns. Except for Bliffy who farted and a bullet came out because his anus muscle clenched on the tirgger accidentally.

As Biden is about to grab onto Cho Chang's panties to ride back down to the whitehouse he noticed the rapid outrushing of air as so much of the stuff came whoosing into the cabin from a mysterious new hole which sprouted psosibly in support of his banal legislation. He smirked to himself... Kamala would be proud indeed. A single tear drop fell for all the poor elf lives he couldn't have managaed to save before he just did that righteous thing. But the importatn thing was that the elfs were safe now

"Your'e welcome,' he blew a kiss on his way out and a particularly bold 4th year Hufflepuss girl asked something about did hi bring any food but the plane and all its cramped odors of rotted elfs flesh and burning gunpowder was already far behind him as he found himself quite suddenly on the spacious, and pretty much entirely empty, white house lawn.

At least... a 3d rendering of the White Houses' Lawn as processed through is real-time 3d reality printer so as to keep his true location safe, even from the Blessings of the Sky...

As he stretched out an arm to wave the Blessed of Enlil, the firebrand named Fire Tongs, goodbye, he found a tightly wrapped sushi roll of some sort clamped to his clamy hands.

Fire tongs smirked and was gone