If a bunch of gorillas escaped, you could fit four tight in a stolen European car, and they would probably stop for a few on the way, by the time they got there they would already be sailing and likely get ejected before they step one foot in the place, six and a half hours for nothing, just because they wanted to hear somebody say, "Wor kid, ya skankin' radgie, hav yee gorra tab? an wan fer me eeeenaaar? A'narrh lest night a was minted, n'that. Nowt mullered, like, and a askt to lend a bar from my Kappa Slapper til a get my Monday book, and she skwarks til a nash outta there, sayin' 'ney botha.'"
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