I believe this farce has gone on long enough, Ethan. If it won't stop of its own accord, you need to end this. Now.

[Private to Ralphie]

Ralph, I was under the impression we were supposed to meet today... Are you alright? No wild bedsheets attacking you, I hope?

[/Private]

What the hell was I thinking with these clothes? They look like bloody rejects from Oxfam.

Ethan, mate, I was thinking, everything's been a little too dull lately, you know what I'm saying? Let's liven it up a bit...

Anya, you don't happen to have anything left from the shop, do you? Herbs and that stuff?

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Jesus, I need a smoke.

Bloody hell.

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Ethan? I think there's something you might like to see, mate. Get up to the third floor.