Tell him, not me. Heh.
And I wish I could find my copy. It's at home somewhere, and my folks boxed up all my books. In seventeen million different boxes. Spread all across the basement.
Some of the boxes with my books are labelled "kitchen stuff." It's no wonder I can't find anything.
...
KHHHAAAAAANNNN!!!
*ahem* The news that the skin exists but is unavailable irks me mildly.