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Simon Skinner used to be a man until an Altoid changed everything.

He is not feeling the lulz.

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"You're most welcome. See, there's some good things to come from this, after all. At least you've still got your memory. And now you can attract men while remembering things."

Eventually, Le Chiffre will stop finding this funny. But it might take a while.

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"Piss off."

Oh snap, Skinner said a bad word!

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

That just gets a smirk and highly over acted look of shock.

"Such crude words, I didn't expect them to come from a fine lady like yourself."

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Skinner just makes a face at Le Chiffre, turns, and walks away.





Moments later, he accidentally trips and falls while walking past Le Chiffre.

"Fuck!" he calls out. It hurts, yes, but it was sooo worth it. Because now Le Chiffre has a mint hidden somewhere in his salad.

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

He is very sad that he no longer has his friend to piss off talk to, but he gets over it pretty quick. Especially seeing as there are still plenty of attractive ladies in the Bar to stare at. It's not that he's not a really good bff, but Le Chiffre doesn't show much concern over Skinner's passing trip, possibly because he's too busy staring at women reading to notice and then going for his salad once more.

It's not a bad salad, after all, all Bar food is made very well, but it does have an odd minty flavour to it which he didn't remember it having-- Wait a second. "Shit.."

Yes he is eloquent in his impending 30 seconds of up and coming doom. Hi thar lady boobs.