[016: VIDEO // ACTION for Ken]
[Ray is at a bar. Not one of the ones he usually frequents if you're paying attention to the background, but still a bar. The table he's at is littered with empty glasses, suggesting he's already been there a while. There's one whiskey chaser left in front of him, which he drinks down before addressing the video feed.
If the glasses didn't give away how much he's been drinking, then the slur and thicker than usual accent definitely should.]
I weren't goin' t'do these. An' I'm still not doin' it for a bloody token. I don't like bein' cursed, but it don't matter what sort it is. I know 'ow t'take 'em.
I'm not a poof. I don't feel none of that emotional malarkey everyone keeps bangin' on about. An' I can take proper pain an' all. I've been in more fights than I can count. I've been shot at, blown up, kneed in the bollocks... An' I can take it all. I don't need pamperin' back to 'ealth like some sort of nancy boy. Not that I'd complain if the medical bird 'ad nice tits an' that, but I don't need it. I'm a proper bloke.
But you know what really sticks in my gullet? No matter 'ow 'ard I try, I never get anywhere. Every time I start t'get somewhere, you can guarantee that something, or someone will come along an' ruin that for me. Usually someone.
Thanks t'Chris decidin' t'notify the entire network, I'm sure you lot already know that's 'appened again. Well, you know what? I know who you are, and you know who you are. I didn't even know you was a bum boy until after you started tellin' lies about me, so I suggest you drop those charges quicker than you would your trousers t'get a dick up your arse. I said I'd only give you one chance t'drop 'em, but I'm givin' you another. I reckon that's more than fair, considerin'.
If you don't? I ain't goin' down for somethin' I 'aven't done. You want people t'think you've been murdered by me so much? Fine. I'll show you what real pain' is. An' let me tell you, it won't 'ave nothin' t'do with 'ow much you get off shit stabbin' so much as you havin' the gall t'lie about a fellow police officer.
If the glasses didn't give away how much he's been drinking, then the slur and thicker than usual accent definitely should.]
I weren't goin' t'do these. An' I'm still not doin' it for a bloody token. I don't like bein' cursed, but it don't matter what sort it is. I know 'ow t'take 'em.
I'm not a poof. I don't feel none of that emotional malarkey everyone keeps bangin' on about. An' I can take proper pain an' all. I've been in more fights than I can count. I've been shot at, blown up, kneed in the bollocks... An' I can take it all. I don't need pamperin' back to 'ealth like some sort of nancy boy. Not that I'd complain if the medical bird 'ad nice tits an' that, but I don't need it. I'm a proper bloke.
But you know what really sticks in my gullet? No matter 'ow 'ard I try, I never get anywhere. Every time I start t'get somewhere, you can guarantee that something, or someone will come along an' ruin that for me. Usually someone.
Thanks t'Chris decidin' t'notify the entire network, I'm sure you lot already know that's 'appened again. Well, you know what? I know who you are, and you know who you are. I didn't even know you was a bum boy until after you started tellin' lies about me, so I suggest you drop those charges quicker than you would your trousers t'get a dick up your arse. I said I'd only give you one chance t'drop 'em, but I'm givin' you another. I reckon that's more than fair, considerin'.
If you don't? I ain't goin' down for somethin' I 'aven't done. You want people t'think you've been murdered by me so much? Fine. I'll show you what real pain' is. An' let me tell you, it won't 'ave nothin' t'do with 'ow much you get off shit stabbin' so much as you havin' the gall t'lie about a fellow police officer.