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[slasherofprices.livejournal.com]

[ Sandford, 20 March, 1987: Happy Birthday, Sissy Skinner. Warnings for, er, references. Can you guess to what? ]

A pub is a great place to wind up in when you're having a crappy day. Voluntarily winding up in a pub where it logically would be is even better. Involuntarily winding up in a pub where your house is supposed to be is not so good. Involuntarily winding up in a pub full of animals where your blessedly animal-free house is supposed to be is even worse. It's not the same as being dumped or mocked or seeing off your vehicular baby, but it's definitely not good for one's mental constitution.

Color Simon Skinner, age 37, very WTFBBQ.

Any patron, fuzzy or non, is welcome to tell the tall guy at the door where he is.

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[slasherofprices.livejournal.com]

"?" says Skinner.

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

"Uuh.. you humans look all the same to us weasels. I thought you were someone's son.. but.. you're not who I thought. It was just one big coincidence." Le Chiffre's doing so well at covering his tracks. No rly.

[slasherofprices.livejournal.com]

"If you've really been to Sandford there's no way you could mistake me for anyone else's son. There's only one family of Skinners in Sandford!"

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Sandford? I thought you said.. uh.. Stanford. I know someone in Stanford. Lovely place."

[slasherofprices.livejournal.com]

Skinner stares at Le Chiffre for a long time.


Then, to himself: "I shouldn't be talking to a ferret."

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

"Weasel," he snaps back once more, before composing himself. "Just out of curiosity, what year was it that you just came from?"

[slasherofprices.livejournal.com]

"1987."

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

His suspicions iz confirmed. Teehee, young Skinner.

"I won't miss the eighties," he states with a nod.

[slasherofprices.livejournal.com]

"Have no fear, little werretfeasel: the eighties will be over and done with in three years. If you survive that long."

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

"Oh, nono, that's fine. I've passed the eighties long ago, and the nineties. I was settling nicely into the millennium before this place showed up. I'm a long lasting weasel."