>>21318089(Fury, Camilla and Anna)
“Da werk Oi did wiff Anna was sum hoy-ly sah-fisty-cated and confah-den-shull shit, mate. So ya saw a cuppla photos on Tweetsta and fink youse know da full story. Fucken tippa-cal of you Deffproof cunts; chuck war-tah bottles ferst, no mattah da consah-kwenses and den arks question laytah, hey? If yosue even still paht-a dem, dat is. Or youse actin loik some ‘lone doggo’ now ‘cause no one wants ta fucken stick around wiff ya?”
“And Camillo, Oi'm 'urt. Fucken ‘drinken on da job’? It’s jus’ beer, mate. Ya woodn’t ‘avva problem wiff me drinking war-tah from wunna dose plastic bottles, ay? Fuck me dead. Oi, nah, Camillo, if ya wanna test yaself against a real fucken foightah, how’s about youse and me get our tits wet? In fact, yeah, Sheely fucken Fostah versus da all-bark, no-bite Vampo. Fucken lock it in, Eddie. Oh, uh, dat's a Strayan fing. Nevah-moynd. But yeah, nah, youse and me. Unless ya scared, and wanna foight me and Anna in a tagger with this big...”
>[Sheila finisher her drink... and then sighs deeply. Her posture softens and she looks at the ground.]"Ah, fuck. Oi, nah, look, fah sirry-us, Furry. Oi am sorry. Oi've been drinkin' a bit, watchin' dah foights and stuff, getting' a bit werked up, yeah? And ya know, Oi saw some cunts lose Oi din't wanna lose and... loik, Oi shoodn't ark up at ya or nuffin. Oi jus’ din't ree-loys..."
"Oi din't ree-loys dis was da only toim da zookeepahs let ya outta ya fucken cage ya big, ugly, hairless god damn fucken gorillah."
