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Written for the inappropriate elf challenge The Immortal Elf Duncan clamped his hands over the sides of Methos’s head, then blinked. “Methos… is there some reason why your ears look rounded, but feel pointed?” “Oopth.” Methos said around his mouthful of Highland Beef. “You’re an elf, aren’t you? I can’t believe I didn’t notice before. I wondered how you’d survived this long.” Duncan glared down. “How many times have you had your head cut off?” “Sisth or theven” “Honestly, that’s bloody cheating, Methos. Why do you pretend to be an immortal?” “Quickeninth are a realleh goog thourth of thexuah thtamina.” “Oh.” Duncan blinked. “That’s okay I suppose. Carry on.”
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