You've gotta be kiddin' me...
Gettin' bloody tired of steppin' over Richie Rich lately.
Bugger practically invited himself along on patrols. Yeah, so he's pluggin' money away at diff'rent things around this place...decent computer system, security in case any nasties come callin', that sort of thing. But he's been hangin' around th' bloody hotel every day, yammerin' away like some li'l bit on a sugar high.
Isn't there an office or something he can go to an' annoy people there?
...seven hells, here he comes again.
Sod it. Gonna kill him.
...
Nope. Wouldn't be right. Don't think anyone'd blame me, but it wouldn't be right. After all, if Peaches could put up with him, so can I. Damned if this'll get th' best of me.
Bloody hell, never thought I'd meet someone more annoying than Harris.
Speakin' of which...lad's doin' all right by himself. Always thought he was a wisecrack away from gettin' his neck snapped by Rupert or someone else with more common sense, but nowadays...well, let's just say I owe him a couple, since we got here, him watchin' my back an' all.
He could stand t'lighten up, though. He's makin' Peaches look absolutely looney tunes by comparison. Though, with what's happened lately...not much reason t'smile, I suppose.
Oh, for th' love of...
Can somebody tell this gibberin' twit with a fat checkbook that I've never heard of, nor do I give a toss about, anything called "Deep Space Nine"?
Bugger practically invited himself along on patrols. Yeah, so he's pluggin' money away at diff'rent things around this place...decent computer system, security in case any nasties come callin', that sort of thing. But he's been hangin' around th' bloody hotel every day, yammerin' away like some li'l bit on a sugar high.
Isn't there an office or something he can go to an' annoy people there?
...seven hells, here he comes again.
Sod it. Gonna kill him.
...
Nope. Wouldn't be right. Don't think anyone'd blame me, but it wouldn't be right. After all, if Peaches could put up with him, so can I. Damned if this'll get th' best of me.
Bloody hell, never thought I'd meet someone more annoying than Harris.
Speakin' of which...lad's doin' all right by himself. Always thought he was a wisecrack away from gettin' his neck snapped by Rupert or someone else with more common sense, but nowadays...well, let's just say I owe him a couple, since we got here, him watchin' my back an' all.
He could stand t'lighten up, though. He's makin' Peaches look absolutely looney tunes by comparison. Though, with what's happened lately...not much reason t'smile, I suppose.
Oh, for th' love of...
Can somebody tell this gibberin' twit with a fat checkbook that I've never heard of, nor do I give a toss about, anything called "Deep Space Nine"?