fortsättning på snatch manus för de som är sugna >.< You're dancing like a fairy. They'll hang us if they think it's rigged. Get out there and hurt him. But for fuck's sake, do not knock him out. All he's got to do is stay down. Now, we are fucked. He can't stand up. We're out of here. Stupid pikey knows Brick Top's got keen-to-kill monkeys with shotguns... ... sitting outside his campsite. Once the campsite's wiped out, I know it's gonna be the same for us. Ever cross the road and look the wrong way? Give me that fucking shooter! And, hey, presto, there's a car nearly on you. So, what do you do? Something very silly. You freeze. And your life doesn't flash before you... ... because you're too scared to think. You just freeze and pull a stupid face. But the pikey didn't. Why? Because he had plans on running the car over. It had previously occurred to me... ... that he'd taken the demise of his mother rather lightly. For every action, there is a reaction. And a pikey reaction... ... is quite a fucking thing. Pete, talk to me. If you want your friend to hear you, talk a lot louder than that. - Give me that fucking shooter. - I'll give you your shooter, you cunt. That is when I thought the pikey had money riding on himself. That's why the bastard never goes down when he's supposed to. We've been tucked up... ... while he's been cleaning up. We're worse off now than when we started. The next day we went to the campsite... ... but the gypsies had disappeared during the night. Which was probably a good thing... ... considering they'd just buried people somewhere in the area. Where is he? He ain't fucking here, that's for sure. We can't ask a man to fight for us if we can't find him, can we? You won't find a pikey that doesn't want to be found. He could be in a campsite in Kampu-fucking-chea by now. Bollocks! Come on. - What you doing here? - What's it got to do with you? So, what you doing here? I'm taking the dog for a walk. What's the problem? What's in the car? Seats and a steering wheel. What do you know about gypsies? I know they're not to be trusted. All right, get your dog. On your way. Get the dog, Tommy. The dog. All right, boy. Come on. Come on, Daisy. No, Daisy! He loves that dog. Always playing silly games. Stop messing about and get it in the car. Tommy! Good boy. Good boy. Good boy, Daisy, good boy. Could you tell me... ...why you got a dead man with an arm missing in your boot? Hey, George... ...is that a tea cosy on his head? Oh, you love a dog, don't you, Tommy? Tommy persuaded me to keep the dog. I eventually agreed, as long as he took it to a vet. I couldn't stand that squeaking anymore. The vet found half an undigested shoe, a squeaky toy... ... and an -carat diamond lodged in its stomach. It's quite amazing what can happen in a week. Still didn't shut it up, though. So, what do you do? You go see the man that knows about these sort of things. So, what do you think? Do you know anyone who'd be interested? I might.

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Anonymous Wed 16 Jan 2008 17:57

haha njae..nästa vecka kanske :P

Dribbel Wed 16 Jan 2008 17:58

haha okej.. may the force be with you !

Anonymous Wed 16 Jan 2008 13:04

suck..

Dribbel Wed 16 Jan 2008 13:05

hehe.. nå, hur går det? klar än?

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