Argyle's big elfsie eyes were wide with fear as the elfsie stopped her cooking to see the kitchen being ruined. RUINED! The mess! THE MESS! It was awful.

Are the studentsies okay? Argyle asked, walking quickly towards the source of the wind. Argyle doesn't understand! She called out hysterically, elfsie arms flailing in the air. The kitchen! The mess! The elvsies work so hard! The elvsies hates the messes! Then Argyle's bright wide eyes filled with tears and she began to pace. Who would do this to the elvsies?! Why?

Without further comment Argyle started working, her elfsie arms gathering as much as she could off the floor and placing it into the large sink, tears still falling down her face. Argyle needs to clean the mess! Argyle can't have the kitchen like this! Destroyed! All the mess!