>>20700468"Oi mean, if youse 'avva spare phone, Oi'll take one, love. I ain't nevah looked a freeby in da mouf, yet. Nyeh heh heh. I'm bloody Frugal Jones ovah heah."
>[But then Sheila hears where the phones come from, and her smile dips.]"Aww, fuck, mate. Oi din't know that shit about ya when yas got 'ere. Honestly, youse was just koinda 'Prisso's cuz' or whatevah. Lotta cunts din't unnah-stand ya. And that shit wiff Beavs... loik, Beavs 'n' Oi ain't 'mates' but we's mates, yeah? But Cassie fucken Kade... what she did to So-"
>[Crossing her arms, Sheila sighs ever so slightly. Her brow furrows, and she appears to be doing something rare for her: thinking.]"Let's... jus' get ya mum summin'."
>[She make a show of perking back up.]"And maybe summin fah moy, too? Youse is roight, these tiles is pretty fucken cold. Me feet is killin moy. Gonna need a massage lay-tah."
