You...BEASTS! But I'm not beaten yet. You've won the battle, but I'm about to win the wardrobe. My spotty puppy coat is in plain sight and leaving tracks. In a moment I'll have what I came for, while all of you will end up as sausage meat, alone on some sad, plastic plate. Dead and meaty and red. No friends, no family, no pulse. Just slapped between two buns, smothered in onions, with fries on the side. Cruella De Vil has the last laugh!
Now there are two things you must not do to the skinner. One: do not look at the horrendous scar on this neck. Two: don't talk to him, understand? Not a word.
Right. [Skinner answers the door] [surprised] OH! Look at the size of that scar! [Jasper rolls his eyes in annoyance] No bloody wonder you can't talk, mate!
Excuse me just a minute, would you? [closes the door and angrily punches Horace]


