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| Look pal. I dont make the rules up for this place. You either cough up the money to enter eternal paradice. Or you go straight to the place where last bloke who 'forgot his wallet' went.. | |
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| Look Jesus, me old mate. Ive just been killed in a horific car accident. Dont you make enough money out of this joint as it is?. Not even the drink despencers are free. Would you take a cheque? | |
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| Ha!. Nice try ya cheeky bastard. I know this trick all too well. That last bloke with horns and a pitch fork offered me one of those cheques, and it bounced! | |
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| Alright Jeezo ya horny sod. I know all about those sleezy alley games which you've been at. And the booze ups in strip clubs. If you let me through in to yer kingdom. We'll say no-more about it, yeah? | |
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| Oh okay then. But make doubley sure that you mention to no-body about me being non-other than Dennis the doughnut boy with a false beard and moustache | |
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