He will never understand this place. Time moves in ways it bloody well shouldn't. It's only been twenty minutes since he was last here, only now it appears to be Christmas, if the decorations are to be believed.
He walks to the bar. 'You're tryin' to tell me somethin', aren't you?'
There is no reply. He waits a moment, then sighs. A pint appears.
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