“Give me back my pot ‘o gold, ya thief!”
Ianto folded his arms across his chest and glared down at the little man standing in front of him.
“Can you prove it’s yours?”
The little man glared right back at him, drawing himself up to his full height; all of two foot six.
“I’m a Leprechaun!”
“I’m not disputing that. But if this turns out to be some other Leprechaun’s pot of gold and I’ve already given it to you, then I’m going to be in trouble with the real owner.”
“Alright, damn ye, I’ll sign the paperwork!”