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>[In a video uploaded to Tweestagram and various WWA socials: Sheila bloody Foster. She appears to be in someone's bathroom, recording herself in the mirror.]
"Yeah, Oi can figgah dis out. Youse phone is fucken schmick, mate. Ah fuck, hang on -- shit, is we rollin'? Oi, Kels, whoy do dey say 'rollin'' anyhow? What rolls when ya tap a fucken phone screen?"
>[From off-screen, and a room away, comes an inaudible reply.]
"Fuck moy, byoots and brains, eh? Ain't as-pect nuffin diff'rent from da Instant Reep-lay, hey? Nyeh heh heh."
"Oi, so, Reino. Reino, Reino, Reino. Oi koinda feel loik we din't get ta really get enuff off our tits, yeah? Oi dunno, looked loik ya wann'ed ta say somefink more. But ya din't, so maybe Oi should say it faw ya. Oi know how youse look at me, hangin' around Kelsi and shit. But Oi ain't no fucken widowmoykah, an' Oi reckon youse know dat. But youse got ya knickers in a knot cause Oi beat ya in the cage. And look, dat's fair-a-fucken-nuff, mate. Youse took som toim off, get ya tits on straight, and den come back lookin faw ra-venge. Oi dig it, mate. Oi really do. And Oi guess it's jus' ya fucken luck dat Oi've got wunna dem big gold belts round me waist."
"Oi, nah, but look, Oi dun' intend ta go easy on ya just 'cause youse a good egg. Oi've fought a lotta good eggs, mate, an Oi've scrambled ev'ry fucken one. Nyeh heh heh, get it? Loik, eggs. Ah, whatever. Youse kids dun' get me so-fisty-cated hyoo-mah."
>[Sheila lowers her voice.]
"But mate, lis'en ta me. Sirry-us-ly. Dis taggo run Oi'm on; Dis... fing Oi've got wiff Kelsie? Dis is da Sheila Rah-dem-shun Train. I've put ev-ry-fink Oi've got onna one-way ticket, an' Oi ain't getting off til *the very end* a' the loyn. And youse can eye-vah get on board, sella-brate, and have fun... or get run da fuck ovah."
"Oi'll see ya on da weekend, love."
>[With a wink and an 'ok' hand gesture, Sheila goes to stop the recording.]
"Oi, Kelsie, can ya upload dis faw"--
