“And that is?” Joe mcshoots asked, confused.
“Well, they’re other people for a start. We don’t like other people, remember Joe?”
“Ah, yes, I remember now.”
Skellian nodded, and took another sip of the whiskey. Some piss-water tasting crap from the east, apparently.
“Joe mcshoots, where did you get this awful stuff from, anyway? This has to be the worst tasting whiskey I’ve ever gulped down me gizzard.”
“Can’t remember, old Dommoniyt I think. Someone nicked it from ‘is stash.”
“Ah, well, that would explain a lot then. Next time, get some proper stuff, would you?”
“Aye, Skellian,” Joe mcshoots replied.
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