Plecodoras said:
With your contacts in the trade, you'll have that bagged in no time lol.
And while you're at it I'll have one too !
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Not good news, I am sorry to report.
Popped over to the Grassy place in the chopper with a couple of the lads, tooled up to show we meant business.
Grunter at Magic Stir, at first was difficult to find; the security at the gate had had a previous attempt by a Brit to gain entry, so were reluctant to let us in.
Once they heard our accent was not some funny Northern dialect, but London boys from the East End, we were in.
Found old Grunty in his squeaky stiff leather lederhosen brandishing a whip in a provocative way at his secretary, who was boiling over in Octoberfest outfit, even tho' it's April.
"Ya vol", I say with the confidence of Del Boy with his Frog vocabulary.
I proposed a short run, turning out "Z"s with the cunning roof.
Told him it could be an earner.
"Ve haff vays", says the man.
"Let's talk dosh, Stewie Baby."
!!SMASH!! !!WALLOP"
One of the boys plants the stock of his Purdey convincingly in Grunt's mush.
"Nobody calls the guv that except his molls, and a funny bloke from oop norf."
The negotiations sort of grind to a halt, what with Grunt having lost his front teef and spitting a few others out as he tries to apologise.
Back in the chopper and off home before the heavies in Magic Stir wake up and goose step around with their Glocks out.
Guess after that brief encounter the roof less "Z" is not a likely prospect.
Ah, well, the boys know a breaker with some gear like a tin opener, what can do a conversion to let a little sunlight in from above.
LGN says they are not getting their mitts on her roof.
Her claws might be a match for their knuckle dusters.
