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Hamish:
Bastards! You utter bastards!

Davina:
Oi, f***stick! Keep the noise down! Have you any idea what time it is?

Hamish:
All right, I get it!

Trevor:
What?

Hamish:
I get it! I know you're having a party in here!

Trevor:
A party?

Hamish:
Yes! You're having a party and you didn't invite me!

JP:
No, we're not! It's a discussion group! An interactive workshop event, if you will.

Hamish:
At four o' f***ing clock in the morning?

Trevor:
We like to get an early start.

Hamish:
I see... And what prey are you discussing?

JP:
Today's topic is "Self-Abuse: Is It a Sight for Sore Eyes?"

Hamish:
You're lying!

Trevor:
No, we're not. I have here a selection of educational texts, which clearly define the link between blindness and pulling your pug.

Hamish:
They're wank mags!

Trevor:
Maybe so, but if you look on page three of the current edition of The Rimshot, you'll be surprised by what you see.

Hamish:
It's a picture of a traffic warden and a rather tired donkey...

Trevor:
No, below that. "Readers' Wives Respond to Polling".

Hamish:
You're still lying, you bastards! You're having a party!

JP:
No, I think what we have here is a very serious question of moral ethics.

Hamish:
What we have here is a serious question of why you *c*nts* are having a party at four o'clock in the f***ing morning!

Davina:
If you wish to join the debate, we will have to ask you to moderate your language... You tosser! Do you *have* anything to contribute on the subject of wanking? I imagine you *do*!