As adorable as plushies of these folk would be, I suspect they’d just end up on a pallet somewhere awaiting incineration alongside flegs scrawled with insults.

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Panel 1:
Closeup of a Green leprechaun and an Orange leprechaun going at it hammer and tongs.

NANCY (off-panel): How long have they been at it?

RAB Q (off-panel): 1690.

NANCY (off-panel): How long have these things been at it?

RAB Q (off-panel): Having a go three days, says the granma.

Panel 2:
The three lean over, conferring. Si reacts with alarm to Rab Q’s suggestion.

NANCY: I’ll defer to the local expert. What’s your suggestion?

RAB Q: Open the sluices, drown them in the Clyde.

SI: Kh…khy…y’can’t do that!

Panel 3:
Nancy takes out her instrument while Si pleads for the lives of these creatures.

RAB Q: Why naw?

SI: Because they’re…! They’re so small and…and marketable! Can’t we just leave ‘em?

RAB Q: These things are an expression of mass enmity, pilgrim! They could set the city on fire if they get inty the pipes!

NANCY: Mass enmity…

Panel 4:
Nancy hovers her instrument over the mass of fighting leprechauns.

NANCY: If we were to resolve their enmity, then they should dissipate back into the String.

RAB Q: “Resolve the enmity?” Between Rangers an Celtic? Just like tha?

RAB Q: Do ah look like Mo Mowlam?

SI: Wait, I gots an idea!

Panel 5:
A lightbulb pops above Si’s head. The others are slightly wary.

SI: Wanna get enemies ta make up? Give ‘em a bigger enemy!

SI: Seen it on cartoons.

NANCY: And how do we do that?

SI: Easy. Watch.

Panel 6:
Si leans over the railing flailing her arms, to the others’ surprise.

SI: Oi!

SI: Muslim!

SI: Ooga booga booga!