Debut.
Standin' starkers in the middle of a snow drift, you start to wonder how it is a good, ne'er-do-wrong sort of bloke like yourself got into this sort o' situation, yeah? Well, I'll tell you how: Mickey Bricks. 'Course it's Mickey's fault. If he'd just ceded to the better man - i.e. yours truly - none of this would've happened. But no. Oh, no. Mickey had to be the big man, he did. Couldn't just say, 'Danny, my boy, you're the better grifter." So Albert, well, he proposed this challenge, right? This Henderson Challenge. Two grifters, middle of London, starkers. Whoever gets the most profit by 6 o'clock, wins.
Except this isn't bloody London, is it?! Last thing I remember, I'm standin' in a van beside Mickey, the next I'm screamin', "SHIIIIT!" as my bollocks - normally a nice enough size, thanks - are shrivellin' down to the size of soddin' raisins! And I'm left holdin' 'em in the snow, while Big, Inside Man, I'm-the-Leader Mickey's off havin' a laugh, most likely. The bastard.
I look around not a little desperately as I hop from foot to foot, hopin' against hope that Ash just fixed a life-sized snow globe or whatever.
"Ha ha, let's take the piss out of Danny, very funny," I call out into the bleedin' North Pole. "Joke's over!"
The lack of response's not exactly inspirin', though. "Come on, now. That's enough! I'm freezin' my bollocks off, yeah?"
Nothin'. Absolutely nothin'.
How the hell am I s'pose to con nothin'?!
Except this isn't bloody London, is it?! Last thing I remember, I'm standin' in a van beside Mickey, the next I'm screamin', "SHIIIIT!" as my bollocks - normally a nice enough size, thanks - are shrivellin' down to the size of soddin' raisins! And I'm left holdin' 'em in the snow, while Big, Inside Man, I'm-the-Leader Mickey's off havin' a laugh, most likely. The bastard.
I look around not a little desperately as I hop from foot to foot, hopin' against hope that Ash just fixed a life-sized snow globe or whatever.
"Ha ha, let's take the piss out of Danny, very funny," I call out into the bleedin' North Pole. "Joke's over!"
The lack of response's not exactly inspirin', though. "Come on, now. That's enough! I'm freezin' my bollocks off, yeah?"
Nothin'. Absolutely nothin'.
How the hell am I s'pose to con nothin'?!