*finishes tea and places a few more pounds on the counter*
I will have a whisky please.
*looks round to see several fights, someone throwing a Desticle out (literally) and a man hanging from the ceiling from a rope*
I am guessing this is a slow day?
English
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Oy! Don't I know you from a skirmish up in the highlands?
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Well I have been around doing a bit of this and that, it gets hard remembering everyone I meet. *Sees 'Desticles rule' carved into the counter and starts putting a cross through it with a penknife*
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Average.