numero uno

[dci_gene_hunt]

[dictated and shouted, because clearly all the lads from CID are hiding behind some door somewhere - and yes he has checked out the journal and his name plate on the door, any copper worth his salt would have checked the joint out before jumping to conclusions.]Right! Come on, own up. Which one o' you bastards slipped somethin' in me beer? Last I

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[walkingthedust]

Christ, turn it down a notch, why don't you, you bloody Manc?

[dci_gene_hunt]

Oh that's all I need, a bleedin' cockney bird with an attitude problem.

[walkingthedust]

Cockney? Oi, mate, I certainly am not Cockney!

[dci_gene_hunt]

That's DCI Gene Hunt to you luv not mate, and cockney, London, anythin' south of the black country's cockney to me sweet'art.

So who are you anyway? The strip-o-gram? I'm in room 319 luv.

1/3

[disamtyler]

Bloody-

2/3 (these are dictated by the way XD)

[disamtyler]

[nervous laugh]

You have really-

3/3

[disamtyler]

Trust you to make a big bloody entrance.

Re: 3/3

[dci_gene_hunt]

You. Gladys. Have got some explaining to do. Get your arse to room 319. YESTERDAY. Got it?

[disamtyler]

You want me to travel back in time?

[laughing]

[dci_gene_hunt]

Yeah, and while you're at it make a note of which horse won at Haydock at 3pm on Sat'day. [/sarcasm]

Now move it!