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“Hey, Methos. What happened to make you so cynical, anyway?”
“What do you think happened? Five thousand years, that’s what. Why do you ask?”
“You were never like this before, when I was living with Rebecca. I didn’t see much of you, but whenever you visited, you and Rebecca seemed to have so much fun -- you even brought me ribbons and candies, like I was a little girl!”
“You were a little girl at the time. But I’m sure I can rustle up a few Werther's -- you know us old folks and our caramels.”