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He'd tried. He'd tried so hard, for so long.

It was slow, it was gradual. He'd watched them sink deeper and deeper, and sometimes he'd even slide a little with them. Curtis was always an accurate indicator of the next drop.

It got to a point where he just couldn't do it anymore.

He'd tried so hard, for so long, way after the point of no return, when E.L.F.S. was disbanded.

The incompetence in the workshop was approaching critical mass, and there was nothing more he could do.

He left to find a place where his coworkers weren't the kind to pounce the cheese on an ill-concealed mouse trap.

He'd tried so hard, for so long, but all in vain.

After centuries of little communication between the two siblings, Bernard left the North Pole to join his brother in the FBI.

Curtis became Head Elf.