E - assignment 2.3

Rob: Oi! Baertender! Bring me another lager!

Bartender: Here you go sir.

Danny: I'm fucking exstatic mate, tomorrow we're gonna show them who rule this city.

Rob: Yeah mate, I'm so pumped I haven't fucking slept for a week.

Danny: That's not because your pumped mate, thats beacuse of all the "Charlie" you've
been sniffing..hehe.

Rob: Hehe..Yeah maybe so, you want a fix?

Danny: Sure mate.

Rob: (Prepping a line of cocaine on the bardesk)

Bartender: Excuse me sir! What are you doing? You can't do that in here!

Rob: Shut up you cunt, are you West Ham?

Bartender: Ehhrm no...I'm a bartender.

Danny: Is that supposed to be funny or something!?

Rob: (sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifffffffffffffffffff)

Bartender: I want you out of here right now, or I'll call the police!

Rob: You're gonna call the Old Bill on us? You wanker, I'll fucking slit your throught you fucking Chelsea cunt!

Danny: (Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifffffffffffffffff)

Bartender: Please just leave..

Danny: (Smashing a beer bottle in the bartenders head)

Danny and Rob: (shouting) WEST HAM! WEST HAM! WEST HAM!