Methos is lounging contentedly, a beer in one hand, his feet propped up on Duncan MacLeod's coffee table, reveling in the stony look the other Immortal is giving him. That table was clean five minutes ago, that look says. You know I hate it when you prop your feet on things, that look says. Methos can't keep the smile off his face
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"Excuse me? Who is this?"
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It makes little sense. No sense at all.
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"Speaking of not making sense, would you mind explaining to me exactly what's going on here?" Because if not, he can just ignore you in turn and try to figure it out for himself, thank you.
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