Hatchet Harry: I don't want to know who you use, as long as they're not complete muppets.Dog: Golf – the best way to spoil a good walk.Roll them guns up, count the money, and put your seat belt on! He flicks a flaming match into his bird's nest and the geezer's lit up like a leaking gas pipe. And he gobs out a mouthful of booze covering fatty. He then orders an Aristotle of the most ping-pong tiddly in the nuclear sub and switches back to his footer. So, calm as a coma, he picks up a fire extinguisher, walks straight past the jam rolls who are ready for action, and plonks it outside the entrance. "Now fuck off and watch it somewhere else!" Rory knows claret is imminent, but he doesn't want to miss the end of the game. A fat geezer's north opens, and he wanders up and turns the Liza over. No one's watching the custard, so he switches the channel over. A few nights ago Rory's Roger iron's rusted, so he's gone down the battlecruiser to watch the end of the football game. He's a funny-looking fucker, I know, but you've got to look past the hair and the cute, cuddly thing – it's all a deceptive facade. When you dance with the devil, you wait for the song to stop, know what i mean?.If you don't want to be counting the fingers you haven't got, I suggest you get those guns.And then, when you run out of digits, your dad's bar, and who knows what then. Otherwise, I will take a finger of each of you and your friends' hands for every day that passes without payment. Hello boy, feeling a bit poorly? I know your friends are responsible for most of the cash, so I'm gonna give you one week to find it.Come on! Not now, please, not – oh, you fucking bastard.No mortgages, no debts – lock, stock, the fucking lot.Now do you understand everything I've said? Because if you don't, I'll kill ya. In fact, you are going to have to work very hard to stay alive, Nick. If you bend the truth, or I think you're bending the truth, I'll kill ya. If you hold back anything, I'll kill ya.I want the grey skies of London illuminated. We're gonna do a proper decoration job.This white shite thinks he can steal my cannabis and sell it back to me? He's got less brains than you, Lenny! Get Nick, the greasy wop, shistos, pesevengi, gamouri Greek bastard, round here now, if he's still stupid enough to be on this planet!.What do you want, a medal? I'll shoot you in the fucking throat if I don't get my ganja back!.If the milk turns out to be sour, I ain't the kind of pussy to drink it.You're fat, and look as though you should be, but you're not! Hence, Hatchet Harry is the man you pay if you owe. Now, that was seen as a pleasant way to go. He's then proceeded to batter poor Smithy to death with it. Reached out for the nearest thing at hand, which happened to be a 15-inch black rubber cock. Harry's invited Smithy 'round for explanation. Once there was this geezer called Smithy Robinson, who worked for Harry. It's all been replaced by a pile of corpses. They're lacking in criminal credibility, ain't they? I might get laughed at.So, the only thing connecting us to the case is in the back of your car, which is parked outside?.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |