*The skunk continues to mutter to himself, trying to imagine that he wasn't just being targeted, though that would be a change of pace for once.  With his phone out of commission, he was about to ask the nearest patron, the nearest friendly looking parton that is, though he perks up as the bartender and gives him a nervous, yet soft chuckle as he hears the news.* Uhm...thanks, but I just need to rest for a bit and get my head together.  Though I dunno..at the risk of sounding cliche`, can I get a glass of milk? *He asks meekly, hoping that no one else heard him, though he turns around ot see if any others had come in behind him before he looks back to the otter.*