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can i switch from virtual angel elf to sweet & sour elf (CHEY IS A GENIUS OK) pleaseee
raspberry294 - Sweet & Sour Elf
Bio: I'm the sweet and sour elf. My life consists of two things, being sweet and being sour. My attitude depends if you have a certain amount of brain cells so I can have a conversation with you without any stupid remarks are comments. I have my friends, not really looking to make anymore. My attitude has gotten me into a lot of trouble. I;m sort of bipolar you could say. I met Santa when I was in my sweet mood, he thought I was an adorable little angel and hired me on the spot. Well, who wouldnt? I am me. I figured I could butter him up to make my work life much easier than it had to be. That didnt turn out so well, though. Do you have any idea how incoherent, stupid, and annoying those elves are? Worthless pieces of of reindeer turds I can assure you. That's why all these decent elves get exiled! Because of these stupid little snowflakes. Anyways, back to my story. I was working normally and they start singing Christmas Carols. THAT WAS IN JULY. I know what you're thinking, July? Us elves work 365 days a year to get ready for Christmas, no breaks. Santa pushes us to the boiling point. I basically went sour mode on them. telling them off and insulting them. It was hilarious (in my opinion). Santas not so much. He raged at me asking where the candy canes my sweet side had gone. I pointed out, in case he didn't notice, I was the Sweet and Sour Elf. Emphasis on the 'and', that's who I was! I'm not gonna change myself to fit this old fat guys standards. Before he could fire me I quit, which ticked him off even more. Santa always liked to be the guy in charge, telling us peewees what's going on, what's gonna happen. He exiled me for stupid reasons, don't you agree? (To help you out the answer is yes). Whatever that lump of coal piece of fat can have his terrible company without me. I've got better places to be bipolar.