CRICKEY DICK!
YOU.
YOU.
I'M SO DEAD CHUFFED I COULD CHUNDER. THERE I WAS TAKING A SMOKO, FAGGED OUT, PISSED AND BUGGERED AS FUCK AND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOST SWEET-AS PUB BRAWL I'VE SEEN YET, AND WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I SAW?
BLOODY LOGAN-THE-GIT-MORTLOCK.
Haven't seen the stirrer for yonks and damn, HE'S A PLOD NOW.
FUCKING HELL, MATE. FUCKING HELL. Forgot capslock was on- apologies, eh?
FUCK.
[Locked against Logan]
Meeting a buncha fascinating folks lately- including a wonderfully polite young woman at the beach the other day, a fine Danish fellow and a Chinese man who says he'd be willing to show me around the asian market. Valley Bloke and Miss Kim... I'm looking forward to meeting with all of you more often.
Though...
How did he end up here? Bloke's still a choice brawler- could probably break a man in half with his bare hands and we had a fantastic re-match but- Something's off? I... when we were fightin', and....what followed after...
Damn. It felt... Good. Maybe even...better than my first go behind a camera...
Dizzying, exhilleratin'. Felt like my guts were bein' rearranged without anesthesia. Weird, painful sort of fluttering naseau. Coulda been the grog but...
I don't know. Thinking about it even days later I...
What's wrong with me?
YOU.
I'M SO DEAD CHUFFED I COULD CHUNDER. THERE I WAS TAKING A SMOKO, FAGGED OUT, PISSED AND BUGGERED AS FUCK AND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOST SWEET-AS PUB BRAWL I'VE SEEN YET, AND WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I SAW?
BLOODY LOGAN-THE-GIT-MORTLOCK.
Haven't seen the stirrer for yonks and damn, HE'S A PLOD NOW.
FUCKING HELL, MATE. FUCKING HELL. Forgot capslock was on- apologies, eh?
FUCK.
[Locked against Logan]
Meeting a buncha fascinating folks lately- including a wonderfully polite young woman at the beach the other day, a fine Danish fellow and a Chinese man who says he'd be willing to show me around the asian market. Valley Bloke and Miss Kim... I'm looking forward to meeting with all of you more often.
Though...
How did he end up here? Bloke's still a choice brawler- could probably break a man in half with his bare hands and we had a fantastic re-match but- Something's off? I... when we were fightin', and....what followed after...
Damn. It felt... Good. Maybe even...better than my first go behind a camera...
Dizzying, exhilleratin'. Felt like my guts were bein' rearranged without anesthesia. Weird, painful sort of fluttering naseau. Coulda been the grog but...
I don't know. Thinking about it even days later I...
What's wrong with me?