" 'scuse me, Son... I think I'm lost. I don't know how I got down here, see? Only there's this bloke after me... his name's Dave Skittle and I think he's on this boat. He thinks I nicked his girlfriend in 1943. He's flippin' mad I tell you: I wasn't even
born in 1943. I'm sure he'll come down here lookin' for me. Can you hide me, Son? He's proper nasty"