"I'll need to see two forms of ID from each and every one of you. Right now."
Stormy: "Who's asking?"
"My name is Classified."
"And I work for Gnomeland Security."
Stormy: "Classified? Like you could tell us, but then you'd have to kill us?"
"No, I had it legally changed to Classified."
Stormy: "Oh. That's not weird. At. All. Well, we don't have ID. None of us have pockets. Or hands for that matter."
"OK. I expected a little more cooperation from a celebrity such as yourself, but I can overlook one tiny infraction. Gentlegnomes, I'm here to protect and serve."
Stormy: "Celebrity? You've heard of me?"