FUCK YES!

Hey, hey, hey, guys, guess what I found! A fuckin' six-pack of beer!

...well, it's a four-pack now.

Anyone else got alcohol? If you do, hi, I'm Woody and I'm your new best mate. Let's get pissed!

Christ, this place is boring.

Look guys, I'm seriously fuckin' dying of boredom here. Not that that Fair Day and Ti-froy-pom-ti-pom thing dun't sound sterling, but I'm bored now.

Anyone want to go jack Bert's firing range and shoot shit? You up for it, Hiruma? Bert? Josh? Anybody?

[Woody is sitting limply in front of his crow, in nothing but boxer shorts since he still hasn't bothered to find more clothes.]

Ok, ok, just to solve an argument.

Who here thinks coming from the North of England is a decent explanation why I can't handle this fucking heat?

[The crow flaps onto a branch near a tall skinhead, who is walking through the forest aimlessly]

...and I've already been here, and I've already seen that tree and that's my fucking badge. Bloody hell, does this bloody forest ever actually end?

[Woody gives the nearest tree a hard kick with his steel-toecapped boots, yelling in frustration. The bird ( Read more... )