-'s bloody brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!

Oh for God's sake, Rhys, get your hand off my belly. It's not a bloody lamp. Can't rub it and make something pop out.

[The sound of laughter that certainly isn't Gwen's]

Sod off, you. Go on. Off to work.

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