>>19642128>>19637453>[Sheila Foster first speaks to Spirit, her partner in glorious battle.]"Oi sah-pose orls fair in luvven war, Spirro. Wiff 'ow much youse were sticking yer hand between me legs, I dunno which one this was, eh? Nyeh heh heh."
>[To Nikki.]"Oi? Nah, no wuckaz, cunt. Cobbles men-shunned ya got that Cocko in ya brain or whatevah. Ain't moy story ta knows about anyway, unless ya wan't me to, love. As long as ya happy and safe. Oi ain't here ta shit in ya cereal."
>[Arriving backstage, Sheila rolls her shoulders out and winces.]"Ecks-tacky, huh? Oi ain't be there since... uh, well, ya know, youse were. Wiff Kelso. Oi nah, promise me ya'll stay away from here, yeah? If ya do, then yeah, sure. Oi could go a cuppla points. Or that keg, Martini Ghost."
"Oi was gunna ask if youse could even drink, but I guess ya just smashed me tits all ovah the 'rena, hey? Fuck me dead Oi loik youse little cunts."
"If ya want, I'll droive. Oi'll be deso, if ya want... nyeh heh heh, not a fucken chance."
