An elf walked into a bar. | Then, the elf sat down and asked the bartender for a gin and tonic. | Then, the gin and tonic said, "Ain't no way I'm lettin' myself be drunk by no filthy elf! Barkeep, pour me down the drain!" | It turns out that the gin and tonic weren't talking to the elf all along, but it is an effect of the poison that the elf seems to be suffering from, likely from a past battle.