Adulthood Page #4

I'm not being funny,

but I've got a barbecue to go to.

Oh, sh*t!

Just relax, man.

- Give me my sh*t before they come back.

- I told you to put your hand down.

- Blood, if I had to run, yeah...

- Jason, don't be such a drama queen...

What the f*** do you think...

You ain't getting sh*t, bruv.

Oi! You! Stand by that pole! Now!

Furthermore, yeah, take all your

f***ing sh*t and put it in my bag, blood.

What have you got on you, man?

What the f*** you got on you?

Give me your f***ing ring.

Please! That's her engagement ring.

It's French 17th century.

Shut the f*** up, man! Hurry up, blood.

Put the watch in the bag as well.

Blood, hurry the f*** up

or I will shank you, man.

Jay, just let us go. I'm a good customer.

I'll give you anything.

You, blood? I don't need

your lickle business, man.

You're anything to me, blood.

The amount of white man I get.

What?

What, you think you're big, Giles?

Show your yuppie girl you know where

to score to impress her? You're a p*ssy.

Let me show you

what a little p*ssy you are, blood, yeah?

Show me your titties.

Before I murk your man.

For goodness' sake,

just show him the titties!

Run! Tammy, come on!

Are you mad, bruv?

The f*** you doing, bruv?

The f*** you doing, man?!

Hold on, yeah?

Hello? Jahvon.

What you saying, man?

What?

Sam? What, at the cemetery?

Where's he now?

F*** him, blood!

He's a dead man!

He's dead tonight.

Nah. No, you go home, blood.

I'll get Moony and handle it.

You better thank God

something else has come up.

- Well, thank him, then!

- Thank you, God! Oh, thank you, God.

Get out of here, man.

Arsehole!

Tammy!

Max? Can I just...

please nip out for a?

Make sure you wash your hands

when you get back in.

Come outside.

One second.

Hey, cokehead!

Where's your f***ing cousin?

- Think I don't know what she tried to do?

- F*** off. Is this a joke?

It ain't no joke. My man showed me that

she tried to move to him at the drinks ting.

And you were there skinning your teeth.

You thought because I was on holiday

I'd forget about it?

Listen, your man

pushed himself up on us, yeah.

If your tings ain't tight enough

to keep his dick pointed at you...

She ain't even f***ing worth it.

Where is she?

I don't f***ing know where she is.

I don't care where she is.

Forget this. Find your f***ing cousin and

both you get back to whoring yourselves.

What? You think I don't know about you?

Listen.

We all know about you.

Shiners for a fiver.

And you're f***ing for a score.

- I never did any of that.

- So what about for a bit of coke?

Is that why I've heard

you've had all them d*cks inside you?

- You f***... Ow!

- What you saying?

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