Guess who?

I admit it, I'm an old, grumpy, miserable bastard, but you would be too if it happened to you.

We were joined at the hip, growing up, (not literally), me and my brother but we started to grow apart when we got older until that day... The day of the blowout... The day I lost him.

So, now I'm stuck here, trying to figure a way of getting him back, but I put my talents to good use. I turned his old woodland shack into a store.

There's a lot of weird things in the world and I can fake anything. Mermaid skeletons, Sasquatch footprint mouldings, werewolf pelts, my store's full of crap like that.

*sigh* And yesterday, I got a letter from my nephew. He wants to send his bratty little twins up here for their summer vacation.

I'm sure it'll be hell but I suppose I could put them to work in the store.

Oh well, it's not like it's the end of the world.