*snorts* Oh, please. Getting rid of you would be the matter of a moment. Or however long it took to get Mardil to stop listening to five-year-old Celeborn's favorite mix CD. The truth is, I sort of like you, Elrond. I know, I know what you're thinking—but it's not completely illogical. You're related to me, for one thing.
*maintains a perfectly straight face for a few seconds while he waits for your response* *finally cracks and bursts out laughing* Okay, you got me. It's not that at all. The truth is, you're sort of obnoxious. Makes sense, what with you being related to my son-in-law. All with your— *airquotes* —"checkups" and "degenerative neurological disorders" and whatnot. I'd like you to go away now. But I do actually like you, hence the no hit men.