Fish Tank Page #3

Hey lovebirds!

Lovers!

I'm funny huh.

I bet there's like a million

f***ing bugs in this grass.

Stop!

Oh look at that bug Mia!

Quick!

Look at that!

See that on that leaf?

Oh my God it's got six legs, look.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

- Shut up!

- Can't even see it, where is it?

- It's gone now.

- We're gonna catch a fish.

- What the hell?

- I'm going in, you coming?

- No way!

- I'm staying here thank you.

- You chicken.

- Oh my God!

We've gotta be mad!

- I need some help.

- Oh get out of it.

- Come back here otherwise

he'll push us in. - No way.

No way!

Look, people don't come here often.

Fish are stupid...

- We'll get one easily.

- I'm watching.

- So's she?

- Excellent, come here.

Oh trust bloody Mia.

Is it mingin'?

Oi, those bloody tracksuits

cost 20 you know?

I don't believe that!

Good girl!

Over here.

Move slowly.

She can't swim!

You're ugly feet will

scare those fish away?

They'll think you're some kind of

ugly foot-fish come to get them.

Move towards me slowly.

Did it touch you? If it did

you'll get fish disease!

Ok, do you see the

fish in front of you?

I want you to move towards

me slowly. Not yet...

Ok, move slowly.

Ok stop.

He's got a fish!

He's got one!

Slippery little f***er!

- Is it dying? - No it's dancing you

silly cow. What d'ya think it's doing?

What are you doing?

- That was harsh.

- Kinder that way.

- Yeah right.

- Tea?

I'm not even touching it, let

alone putting it in my mouth!

You eat fish fingers don't you?

It's the same thing.

No it's not. It's got a head

and eyes and nasty poo in it

- I ain't eating fish poo.

- I'll eat it.

- Good girl!

- She bloody would.

Ugh, keep away! AIDS, AIDS!

- Oh Christ!

- Let's take a look.

You'll live.

Mum hates blood. You'll

also get AIDS now Connor.

- Who's Kelly?

- What?

- There on your arm.

- Oh right?

It's just an ex-girlfriend.

There's a spider.

Mia!

Wait up.

Jump on my back.

Come on.

- Ok?

- Yeah.

There's nothing more to say,

i've said it all.

I've told you everything.

I don't know.

Alright, alright.

I'll drop around later.

- You alright?

- Yeah, just some family sh*t.

I'll have to take off soon.

But you were gonna do us that fish.

- You shouldn'y put up with

sh*t from your mum. - I know.

- I'll run you home first.

- Can;t we stay for another drink?

Please, please, go on.

- It's on me.

- Alright then babe, twisted my arm.

I'll be back in a minute, alright?

Let's see you move to this then.

- She can't dance for sh*t!

- Bollocks, i've seen her.

I bet you can't danc this fast?

- I've got no shoes on.

- Excuses, come on.

That's no dancing.

Come on girl!

What the f*** are you doing?

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