A visible recoil rose through the redheaded male’s body at the question, “Well ye see... My joke all sorta ‘ave a way of goin’ awry. I uh, once found out about one o’ the boys ‘avin’ a fling with this girl that worked at the local waterin’ ‘ole. Pretty lass, but not real bright ya know? Anyways, the lad had a story goin’ to keep this lass off ‘is tail whilst the boys were doin... whatever us boys do. Turns out every time we went out ‘e told ‘is lass that ‘e was goin’ to work on some cars. -
Anyways, skippin’ te the messy bit. We figured out that our lad was eh... flaking out on us both. He’d dip on the boys an’ tell us ‘e was with the lass and ditch her tellin’ the little lady that he was with us. Wasn’t with neither. So after this shakedown goes on fer long enough, we decide its time to bust ‘im on ‘is ass a bit for skippin’ out on the work the rest o’ us been gettin’ done. ‘Eres what we do.
We stage a fake hit on his girl, Some real nasty work. Sim round and blood bags ontop of a kevlar vest. Me an the boys were all sittin’ at the park when he comes runnin’ up to us with ‘er in ‘is ‘ands. Freakin’ the hell out, askin’ the boys where we were when the goons came for ‘im. Just as he breaks down sobbin, the last gives him a damn good slapper te’ the cheek. Hell hath no fury like a woman ditched for the boys. Learn ya somethin’ from this right lads? Don’t tangle with a woman who ain’t willing to live the life yer’ livin’ and ne’er turn your back on the boys.”