Babylon Page #3

If it's so important, Alan,

why don't you do it yourself?

You forgotten?

- Oi!

- What?

- You wanna know something?

- What?

- You got too much ofthis.

- Yeah?

Yeah. Especially for a coon. I don't like

monkeys who get too clever in my garage.

In other words, son, you're

f***ing out. Do you understand?

Beefy.

I'm talking to you.

Man, you just ruined my concentration.

Ruined.

You satisfied now?

Is what you want anyway?

Well, right now, Beefy, it's a little

thing concerning the Tannoy, remember?

- Oh, that.

- Yes, that.

It have to replace because

since the other one get mash up,

we only have three box

to carry the treble song.

Cho, you know how much

Shaka have already, man.

Cho! Shaka this, Shaka that!

Shaka is just a nuisance, man.

Hold on, hold on, what happen?

Finished your exercise yet?

You have a benchpress to do

and the rest of the things, man.

Yeah, well, I'll have to do

that when I come back, you know.

Have a little business to attend to.

- What about this one?

- Shh!

We'll take this one.

We should have taken the one in the gym.

- We're gonna take this one, all right?

- No, man.

Come on, come on.

Give me the blood claat screwdriver.

See there. Tannoy number one. Come on.

Right. Then how about this?

If I'd been there, it

would never have happened, right?

How is it your fault, Ronnie, man?

He can shove his exhaust

up his bumbaclaat arse.

I'll be happy to do the service, right.

- Do you want some?

- No, I don't want it.

You can't take it! I don't believe it.

Hey, Spark. You not

finished that thing yet?

F*** you.

You know Alan's been

a wanker for a long time.

What do you want?

- Just to watch you, man.

- Well, you're in me way, so f*** off.

Move your blood claat, man!

Silly blood claat.

- Have you got the record?

- Yeah, man.

Well, give it to me,

man. Let me play it.

The tune.

- Beefy there?

- Bring it, man. Let me see the thing.

- Give me the tune, man.

- You got the tune from?

Yeah, from Fat Larry, you know.

Let go the tune, man.

Cho, Fat Larry tune, man.

Yes, sir.

- Let go of the tune, man.

- So, what the tune like?

- Tune hard, man, hard like steel.

- Yeah?

Don't be a spoilsport.

Let's here the tune.

- Yeah, man!

- What he say?

Who this bumbaclaat boy telling

an Ital Lion man what to do?

This man's no Ital Lion man, you know.

Play the tune!

Tannoy ready. You can go now, all right?

Go on.

I show you something, Blue.

You see this cut here? Lfthis

cut get one scratch, Rasta,

not one life worth living, you hear me?

Loud and clear, sir!

We no gonna scratch it.

Shall I tear up the final?

So good, man.

Hey, Dread! Smile, man. You on TV.

- Just where the hell you get that?

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