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[noalcohollager]

'Ey. I'm another biker of the Repocalypse. M' name was Skuzz, but now it's No Alcohol Lager People Covered in Fish..or..Things that Don't Work Properly Even After You've Given them a Good Thumping.

I..hate..fish. That's it.

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[cruelty2animals]

'ey, Things that Don't Work Properly Even After You've Given them a Good Thumping. Yer name shure is long, mate.

You's the only one that's 'live, too. Dunno how we're dead, but y'know, wotever.

[noalcohollager]

'Lo, Cruelty to Animals.

I dunno..but I think it wuz sommat 'bout a pile of fish.

[cruelty2animals]

'at's not a verra nice way t'die, mate. Bet it stank. *sniffs self* We don't stank, does we?

[noalcohollager]

Cor! It did stank a helluva lot, mate. *wrinkles nose* 'Course we don't stank, Cruelty. Don't be daft, eh?

[cruelty2animals]

I ain't daft. I just askin' cuz, y'know, the real Bikers of the Repocalypse don't stank.

[noalcohollager]

Oh! Oh, right..sorry, mate. *thinks...for a good long while* Yer right, they don't stank. Mebbe it's coz they're..wossit..personifi-things.

[cruelty2animals]

Mebbe. *pauses* Yeh, they is.