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The next day Sassy and I decided to made plans. Now, I'm not usually one for making plans, Weebl will attest to this. He and I once flew to America without knowing where we would sleep, so this whole plan-making thing was probably a step in the right direction.

Sassy suggested that we go to a casino. Sweet mother of rice, did she not realise what she was saying? Me, in a real life casino? With real life money? HELL YES.

Sassy insisted on booking a room, I would have rather driven there and slept on one of the various slot machines. In the end a room was booked. A lovely king-sized room, with a TV that apparently can access the internet, as well as doubling as an n64 games console. This sounded promising from the start.

Our trip to the Casino was shockingly quick. My supremely accurate navigation guided us there like a heat-seeking golden arrow from a marksman's bow, just before it plunges into the heart of his foe. That rhyme was not intentional, but I believe it worked well. It stays.

We arrived to see the giant shiny building that would act as our home for a while, and I pleaded with Sassy to let us park our own car, but she would not listen and drove us right into the valet section. Good god, these men were like an organised team of breakdancing chimps. Record-breaking chimps. Before I knew what was happening we were inside the casino and our car was gone. I vaguely recall looking over my shoulder to see the very shiny corvette that was next to us. I may have said something like "I'll order mine in yellow".

[tbc]