“Brother Viggo, we are all friends here and working toward a common goal,” said Mr. Claus.
“Viggo, just Viggo, please. Let’s get rid of those stereotypical formalities,” said Viggo.
“Now is not the time for that bullshit,” retorted Mr. Claus.
“All right comrades, let’s focus on that damn virus,” broke in Sam, the dwarf from the hills of Kentucky.
“It’s not bullshit- it’s serious business,” said Viggo.
“Yes, Viggo, you are right and we ought to modernize things, but right now it’s all about that darn virus,” said Sam.
Mr. Claus nodded affirmatively and reached into his jacket pocket. He took a cigarette case out and popped it open. He grabbed a nicely rolled joint and put it into his mouth. He fished around in his pocket and grabbed his lighter.
Sam cleared his throat and looked over at the big “no smoking” sign on the wall.
Mr. Claus was oblivious and said as he handed the case to Viggo, “Anyone else want one?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” said Viggo eagerly.
Sam shook his head as Mr. Claus passed the lighter to Viggo.
“Since when did the dwarves become so judgmental?” asked Mr. Claus.
“We have had quite an opioid problem, as you may know,” said Sam.
“But as you said- let’s focus on that goddamn virus,” said Mr. Claus and took a toke from his joint.
“Right, the damn virus can make all of our other problems seem insignificant,” said Sam.
“Okay, Viggo my friend, just what’s going on?” asked Mr. Claus.
“This is something happening in my backyard and I want to clean it up,” said Viggo.
“Now is not the time to put your family pride above our health,” said Mr. Claus.
“Not that kind of backyard- I mean literally my patch of the Earth. I believe the source is from Northern Jutland in Denmark.”
“Oh, okay,” answered Mr. Claus.
“Not okay- and I’ll take care of it,” said Viggo sternly.
