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Minimalist attempt at entry.

Man. Suit. New York Times. Booth. J&B, rocks.

Humming.

(I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
There they are all standing in a row
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
That’s what the showman said )

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"To the best of us, Mr. Waltman? I would go insane if I was kept here for an extended period of time." In monotone, but polite.

A sip.

"Barbados? Nice. Business trip or personal time?"

[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

"Personal time, of course, though I was looking over some holdings," and what might very well have been a theme park had I not ended up here again. "Business shouldn't be mixed with pleasure, but there's nothing bad to be said about checking in on things when you can."

I wonder if they built it without me. I can't imagine the Empire of the Mouse (http://sir-apropos.livejournal.com/899.html) toppling even as the brains behind the operation had been brought to this place mid-vacation, but I did wonder.

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He pauses. He swears that there is singing (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/12326942.html?thread=510476318#t510476318).

It might be a theme. Frankly, that scares him.

He drains his glass.

"Ah, you manage property? There is excellent money in that. And I would agree, business should be separate from pleasure unless business does make one happy."