[011: VIDEO]
[There's scrabbling as the video feed starts up, before the device is dropped and clatters to the corner of the room to show Chris and Ray. They're currently back to back in what looks like a dingy shop backroom, police batons raised against attack from any incoming sheep. Ray's keeping his eye on the door, leaving the window to Chris. There are already a few dead sheep with their head stuck through the wood of the door, beaten to death judging from their mutilated appearence.]
I told you! We're not callin' for backup against an 'erd of ruddy sheep, you got that?
Zombie sheep, Ray! S’not the same!
[Chris spends a little bit of time glancing anxiously between the window and his device on the floor before sighing and focussing solely on the window, his knuckles white with how tightly he’s gripping his baton.
Ray huffs irritably, sparing Chris a glare before his attention his diverted back to the door.]
I don't care, Chris. I don't bloody care. I wouldn't care if they were alien vampire sheep comin' to suck out Prime Minister Heath's brains for dinner. They're bloody sheep, an' I ain't gonna have you makin' us look like a couple of poofters jus' 'cause you can't 'elp shittin' yourself at the first sign of trouble.
[Chris makes a sulky face.]
I’m fine! I jus’ thought maybe we could ask Dean for some of them flamethrowers. [Quietly.] Bet it’d look even worse if th’sheep ate us…
[And then he yelps in surprise and starts whacking at a sheep who’s just poked its head in the window.
Ray looks very tempted to jump in and take over, but the banging from the other side of the door keeps him from moving from his post. Especially since the door sounds like it might be splintering just above where the last sheep got it. It's probably just as well he doesn't decide to help Chris, since a few moments later there's a load crack as the wood gives way and another sheep starts trying to force its way into the room. Ray's on it immediately, bludgeoning it until well after the point where it's dead.]
Flamethrower might be nice right now, I'll give you that...
I told you! We're not callin' for backup against an 'erd of ruddy sheep, you got that?
Zombie sheep, Ray! S’not the same!
[Chris spends a little bit of time glancing anxiously between the window and his device on the floor before sighing and focussing solely on the window, his knuckles white with how tightly he’s gripping his baton.
Ray huffs irritably, sparing Chris a glare before his attention his diverted back to the door.]
I don't care, Chris. I don't bloody care. I wouldn't care if they were alien vampire sheep comin' to suck out Prime Minister Heath's brains for dinner. They're bloody sheep, an' I ain't gonna have you makin' us look like a couple of poofters jus' 'cause you can't 'elp shittin' yourself at the first sign of trouble.
[Chris makes a sulky face.]
I’m fine! I jus’ thought maybe we could ask Dean for some of them flamethrowers. [Quietly.] Bet it’d look even worse if th’sheep ate us…
[And then he yelps in surprise and starts whacking at a sheep who’s just poked its head in the window.
Ray looks very tempted to jump in and take over, but the banging from the other side of the door keeps him from moving from his post. Especially since the door sounds like it might be splintering just above where the last sheep got it. It's probably just as well he doesn't decide to help Chris, since a few moments later there's a load crack as the wood gives way and another sheep starts trying to force its way into the room. Ray's on it immediately, bludgeoning it until well after the point where it's dead.]
Flamethrower might be nice right now, I'll give you that...