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"That'd be smashing, mate," came the reply, "I'm more parched than a King's Cross scallywag after a proper rogering!"
"Coming right up, guv. Milk?" asked the man in a tone that was asking, like when someone asks a question.
"Ain't your gaffer told ya?" inquired the guest.
"Told me what?"
"I have what the minnies are calling lactose intolerance."
"You lack toes in toddler ants? That's bang out of order!" screamed the innkeeper.
"No, ya bloody nancy, it means I can't drink milk or me stomach gets all twisty like!"
"Poppycock!"
"All true, I tell yous!" yelled the guest.
"All right, all right. Sugar?"
"Yes, please. Don't you reckon it'd be much more convenient if sugar came in a different shape and all hard-like?"
"What are you babbling about, you absolute nutter?!"
"Never mind, bruv," whispered the man sadly.
"What's your name anyway, mate?"
"Timofee. But you can call me ...
... Tim."
"Coming right up, guv. Milk?" asked the man in a tone that was asking, like when someone asks a question.
"Ain't your gaffer told ya?" inquired the guest.
"Told me what?"
"I have what the minnies are calling lactose intolerance."
"You lack toes in toddler ants? That's bang out of order!" screamed the innkeeper.
"No, ya bloody nancy, it means I can't drink milk or me stomach gets all twisty like!"
"Poppycock!"
"All true, I tell yous!" yelled the guest.
"All right, all right. Sugar?"
"Yes, please. Don't you reckon it'd be much more convenient if sugar came in a different shape and all hard-like?"
"What are you babbling about, you absolute nutter?!"
"Never mind, bruv," whispered the man sadly.
"What's your name anyway, mate?"
"Timofee. But you can call me ...
... Tim."