RM1: "Loud-mouthed old sod, innee. Come on, Keith."
RM2: "'S better than latrine duty, anyway. Hey, look! Cakes! And beer! And what are these funny-looking potato-"
"Owwwww bugger"....
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RM 1: "Alright, alright!. Keep your bloody hair on - we're going" RM 2: {Under his breath} "Oi, Keith! What does Ribena-Face want?" RM 1: "I dunno, Ron. Something about moustaches and torture" RM 2: "He should have said 'Guards, sieze him', then, shouldn't he?" RM 1: "Yes, Ron, you're right. Seems like nobody cares about tradition, these days" *Sigh* "Come on. Let's get on with it" |