The yuppies were leavin' the pub in droves by the time I finished tellin' 'em what they deserved. Not a one were willin' ter stand up for 'imself, they all just sidled away, cowardly like. I were pissin' meself laughin'.
I would've landed the bouncer one too. 'E weren't much an' I could've laid 'im flat just like that big poncer.
Mickey an' Joe weren't goin' ter let me, though. They grabbed one on each arm and marched me out afore I could even say anythin'. Last thing I saw as we left were those yuppies from the bridge: the black one an' the bearded one. I took off as soon as we got outside. Ain't my fault Joe weren't as quick on the uptake!
You need ter be fast on yer feet ter stay ahead in this town.
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