Gait of bacon stoops the tannoy for the next world guff. In awe he thinks we are. Pat rules screech the nation. We stitch scraps.
He cleans up down stepstools to an unlimited. Jags off, fuckem shouts. 'Lectric window, lobs it out.
A1 kids catch the bag.
This our cat?
Never, lads.
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