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Stop Ignoring That Elf
"Okay," you say with a sigh, "What is it?"
The elf that's been nervously following you ever since you bumped off that Boy Band Signer yelps in alarm. Apparently he thought he was being stealthy, but how he expected you to not notice all the jingling is anyone's guess.
"Ahem," he says, nervously clearing his throat, "I am Hermione, Head Elf of Boy Band Village at the East Pole." None of this sparks any recognition in your mind so you choose to stare at him stupidly.
"You know," he prods, "Where elves make all the boy band music for good little girls and boys (but mostly girls) all over the planet?"
He attempts to out-stare your silent treatment, so reluctantly you ask, "Did you ever want to be a dentist?"
"What?" the elf says, successfully made as confused as you are, "No? What kind of stupid question is that?"
"Well I just thought we had to each take turns saying something nonsensical." You half-shrug.
"Anyway," Hermione presses on, "You killed our Boy Band Singer and now, by the terms of the contract, you must now become the new Boy Band Singer."
"Okay now it's my turn again," you say, "Lemme think, It'll take a lot to top that."