That was nothing personal, George. You have to understand. Karla said that you were good; the one we had to worry about. If I were to known as Ann’s lover, he’d figure that you wouldn’t be able to see me straight. And he was right, up to a point…
As I said, you may fuck me but you still have to call me “Sir” in the morning.
Well, I’m not bloody chaining it up outside. Mind you, probably no better off in here with this bunch of bloody cut-throats, they’ll have the gold out of your teeth!
I thought I’d pop down and catch a glimpse at the new girl before Bland gets to her.
You really are a poison dwarf, Toby. Why don’t you fuck off to his majesty and stop trying to involve me in your little cabaret.
