<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0c/Doomtown2-Recovered2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Walter Sinnett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9812108#msg9812108)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 13th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sittin' in the Gates Ranch<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Letty, Open.<br/><hr/><hr/>It was remarkable how frequently people stopped speaking or understanding English when Walter was around.<br/><br/>For once this wasn't a reference to the bloody yankee-doodles and their tendency to butcher the Queen's bloody English. A pair of trousers was not called "pants"... pants were what went inside your trousers (or not, dependin' on how much freedom to swing you wanted). Walter got pissed off about that enough but even in his most bitter moments he didn't think that those bloody yanks only started speakin' like that when he was around. No, he was talking about a very specific phenomenon.<br/><br/>Let's give an example. Walter walks into a pub and asks someone where the money that person owes is. And rather than answer that question the bugger starts goin' on about "I have a wife and children", "I'll have it in two days" and so on and so on. It was a simple bloody question with a simple bloody answer. Either it was 'ere, in which case you give it to Walter, he pats you on the back and you can go on with your life. Or it wasn't 'ere and Walter punched you in the mouth repeatedly and then told you he'd be back to get it later. Feckin' simple, yet people suddenly understandin' English. And when he started punchin' people they tended to forget how to speak English either. He'd ask them if they were willing to tell 'im where the money was and they'd just gurgle and mumble God knows what. Although thinkin' about it, that could be on account of the fact he'd just broken their jaw. Shouldn't discount that.<br/><br/>This bint wasn't quite like that though. She'd started rantin' and ravin' in Spanish. Feck that. She may as well have been talkin' in Welsh. Feck that too. Walter hated the Welsh. Hated the Spanish too matter of fact. Feck 'em. Take some Francis Drake you feckin' dogs. Anyway, Walter didn't pay much attention to it. She hadn't gone for the pitchfork and that made her alright by him.<br/><br/><strong>"Joined in the bath? Like, I get in the bath while my donkey's in it? How'd we both fit? And anyway, he's got a bigger dick then I do... don't want that stabbin' me in the bloody eye while I'm covered in suds."</strong>