Sideways
Mar 7, 2016 20:59:41 GMT -5
Post by Max on Mar 7, 2016 20:59:41 GMT -5
"Well in't this a fuckin' piss-up?"
The camera pans up to find the man the LDFC faithful have come to know only as Darby. He sits in a half-darkened hallway, the lighting less than ideal for camera work, and the oily smoke from the cheap cigarette only compounding things as he takes another drag, sneering before stubbing it out on the wall nearby, letting the crumpled remains fall to the floor, a half smirk crossing his crooked features.
"S'pose we should be all humble now, right? After all, I got a right shit-kickin' few weeks ago. Whole thing went tits up from the word go. But at's the thing bout me, bub. I been gettin' mopped all me fuckin' life. Been sixes and sevens more'n a few times, an ol' Darby is still standin' here. Still breathin' air, gettin' better...'Cause I got a way of makin' 'em negatives int' positive. Goin' from barney to boon in a matter of---"
Darby snaps his fingers.
"--That. Plain an' simple. One slip's not gonna get old Darby down, loves. 'Cause your man 'ere? He's always got a plan. Always got one up his sleeve. An' that...coupled with me boy Butchie? Oh, darlin boys an little girls, it's going to be a fuckin' riot. A FUCKIN' riot. See, Butchie's been scrapin' the bottom of the heap for too long. Locked the man out the building a few weeks ago, they did. Just desserts, that isn't. Not bloody fuckin' likely, now is it? So me, and ol' Butchie...we got us a plan. A plan to make this fuckin' den of cubs focus up and pay attention. A plan that leads t' them shiny trinkets round our bloody fit waists. An' there ain't nobody...Sure as fuck not little boy Banks and his prim and proper trollop...That's going to stop us. I'm sure the twat 'll top you off good after we're finished, boyo...Once Butchie knocks her teeth down her gob, that bit of sloppy top 'll be fried gold, yeah? Thank us later, lad.
We're comin' for the belts, boys and girls. Be prepared.
'Cause this spot of Olde English?
We're comin' at you sideways."
The camera pans up to find the man the LDFC faithful have come to know only as Darby. He sits in a half-darkened hallway, the lighting less than ideal for camera work, and the oily smoke from the cheap cigarette only compounding things as he takes another drag, sneering before stubbing it out on the wall nearby, letting the crumpled remains fall to the floor, a half smirk crossing his crooked features.
"S'pose we should be all humble now, right? After all, I got a right shit-kickin' few weeks ago. Whole thing went tits up from the word go. But at's the thing bout me, bub. I been gettin' mopped all me fuckin' life. Been sixes and sevens more'n a few times, an ol' Darby is still standin' here. Still breathin' air, gettin' better...'Cause I got a way of makin' 'em negatives int' positive. Goin' from barney to boon in a matter of---"
Darby snaps his fingers.
"--That. Plain an' simple. One slip's not gonna get old Darby down, loves. 'Cause your man 'ere? He's always got a plan. Always got one up his sleeve. An' that...coupled with me boy Butchie? Oh, darlin boys an little girls, it's going to be a fuckin' riot. A FUCKIN' riot. See, Butchie's been scrapin' the bottom of the heap for too long. Locked the man out the building a few weeks ago, they did. Just desserts, that isn't. Not bloody fuckin' likely, now is it? So me, and ol' Butchie...we got us a plan. A plan to make this fuckin' den of cubs focus up and pay attention. A plan that leads t' them shiny trinkets round our bloody fit waists. An' there ain't nobody...Sure as fuck not little boy Banks and his prim and proper trollop...That's going to stop us. I'm sure the twat 'll top you off good after we're finished, boyo...Once Butchie knocks her teeth down her gob, that bit of sloppy top 'll be fried gold, yeah? Thank us later, lad.
We're comin' for the belts, boys and girls. Be prepared.
'Cause this spot of Olde English?
We're comin' at you sideways."