WOOLCOCK can't handle the drunken obscenity on his own imo.
I have my pool cues sharpened already, THE SHEEP FUCKER AND THE GINGER.... NOT FUCKER SHALL FEEL THEIR RECTUMS BE PIERCED WITH MY LONG WOOD!
I'm already planning to drink a crate of Strongbow and a half bottle of GLEN'S VODKA before this so I can FUCK YOU the same way you FUCK SHEEP.
Andy, should we start training by fighting bams leaving The Garage?
Craig, being of sound mind but with a body that looks like a giant sex toy, do you want me to send viva over? Would you like that? You and viva and a rubber truncheon, locked in a room together?
If someone throws shit at us, we throw shit back at them. We start a shit fight. We throw so much shit back at them that they can't pick up shit, they can't throw shit, they can't do shit.
The pair of you are so dense that light bends around you. You're David fucking Niven and you know you are!
But at the end of the day, you and me, Craig. I just realised that we're on the same boat, yeah? I mean, obvioulsy, I'm up on the bridge with the binoculars and the Richard Gere gear on, you're down in the engine room trying not to get bum-raped by a bunch of big lads with shovels, but, essentially, it's the same boat!
*expecting these references to fly over 95% of people's heads. But Craig, Seabs and Andy will get them, and that's all that matters.