>>20683718>[Sheila spots a pair of boots in a window nearby, and heads over to them, almost bumping into someone.]"Ahh, fuck, soz, cu"--
>[No fucking way.]"No fucken way! Kelly blood Dee, as Oi lives an' breaves. Youse, ah, looken koinda good ya self. Loik a new model."
>[Sheila follows Kelly's gaze to her own bare feet, and wiggles her toes playfully.]"Nyeh heh heh. Dunno, love. Doc said they wan't delivah'd wiff me to the horse-piddle -- ah, nah, Oi'm foin, but. Just cracked me noggin' on a table. Did ya see who them cunts was that rocked up? Chantin' about some fucken sports team or summin', Oi dunno. Can't bah-leeve we got cut off again, huh? Loik 'da-voin innah-ven-shun' or summin, hey? Ah, no offence, love. But nah, me shoes is gawn. Musta lost 'em at the pub. Not the first toim, an'it won't be the last, mate. Youse should troy it sometoim. Feel da erf on ya soles."
"Oi was finkin' 'bout a pair-a boots ovah heah, but. Oi nah, but what is youse doin' here? Oi figgah'd youse'd be preppin' or whatever wiff Kazoo and... Casso faw ya big foight, yeah?"
