>>19353623"Love me accent? Ah, fuck off, mate. Ya bloody smoove torker. Most people fink Oi'm fucken unbearable. I carn't 'elp the way I tork, mate. I tork loik me mum, and 'er mum before 'er. People always tells me I've got Fosters in me veins. Nyeh heh heh."
>[Sheila takes the box. It is sort of heavy. But Sheila's been in the gym more than not, lately. Hasn’t had much else to do. She sneaks a peak inside... oh, it is just magazines. Boring.]"Ay? Oh yeah, mate. One-a Cobble's mates, Nickers -- ah, Nikki Kade. Gorgeous young fing. Ranga locks are a fing-a byooty, mate. (Ackshally, not too far off from Flamo's, either.) I gotter this bottle-a Aussie stuff, can't get here in Spaggie Town norm'ly. She's loik... one a me closest mates, I reckon. God I luv 'er."
>[Sheila looks Bree up and down. He is kinda cute. But nah, she's in the business of breaking in half her mate's brothers. But oh Lord, she could.]"Trust me, mate. Oi reckon Nickers'll be thrilled ta see ya."
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"Oi've, ah... ackshally nevah been insoid. Oi reckon summin' about me dun' fit in at a place like this, nyeh heh heh."
