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>[It's cold on the beach this evening. But for the first time in a long time, two friends are back together, ranting and raving and God help them, reminiscing.]
>"Oi'll spare ya da resta da gaw-ee deets, mate, but it was fucken incredible. Oi still can't walk straight."
"I will literally pay you to never talk about that locker room again. I'm happy for you, but... please, Goddess above, never again. Hey, uh, I haven't had the chance actually to say how great you were in the match, though. I still can't believe you actually teamed with you-know-who, though. You told me what you were thinking after... what she did."
>"Cassie fucken Kade is a... well, nyeh heh heh, she did gimme free drinks fah loif, ya know? Not 'er best business de-sizch, wossit? Speakin' of, mate, when the fuck is youse getting' ya tits wet again?"
". . ."
>"Yeah, orright. I get ya. Well look, Kankers carn't fucken keep me name outta 'er mouf, right? Oi was finken Oi'd make the little cunt stew fah a bit, roight? Or moy-be Oi follow her and her sistah's lead and crack her in da back-a da head wiff a poyp? Moybe Casso was onta summin' aftah awl 'n' I borrow her brass knucks to crack the cunt. Or Oi just bring back me stiff fucken faw-arm, ey? Youse can unnah-stand that one."
"You can't be -- Sheils, are you... That's not really your -- oh, you're fucking with me?"
>"Nyeh heh heh. Moight be, love. Who fucken knows, roight? Maybe me new mate is rubbin' off on me? ...again. Aww, Kels, it was fucken"--
"Aaargh, nope, don't. Fuck off, Sheila, or I'll give *you* a scar. You dickhead. You know, Kanako... if you did get past her, nobody could stop"--
>[A phone beeps in glorious 1990s fashion.]
"Goddess above, one of these cunts has an old fucking phone. Shit, remember when we"--
>"Ahh, fuck, that's moy."
"... when the hell did you get a phone?"
>"Aww, Kels got it faw me. Ta keep in touch, yeah? Say 'hoy' and all that shit, yeah? Orga-noise a meet up..."
