What is worth getting up in the morning for?
A real good fuck.
Though I’d rather a brandy myself.
‘N’ coke, obviously.
I can’t start in ’til at least three.
Lushes, the both o’ ya.
Never said anything’d IN the coffee.
But a good cognac buffers quite nice.
‘N’ you? How’s yer knob make YOU such an angel?
Well, that or a fag, really. No draft better’n a drag, always say.
So screw me liver, screw yer lungs—
‘N’ screw me any way’s left.
Blimey, ‘n’ here I thought coffee was “edge”…
‘Gray, green, oolong—no thanks.
Course, no one’d ever say no to a full English.
Maybe some bangers on the side.
Nooowww we’re talkin’.
Righteo. I’d take mine straight, likes o’ that.
Coffee? Or cognac?
Y’only live once—don’t bang about.
From the devil himself!
Heh, cheeky bastard. Watch ‘im, Paul—we’ve got ‘im on the run!
—Clarence, Simon, and Tom