Pickles She then turned to Marmaduke: Trifter And you, Good Sir! One must assume, you find yourself in a position to do likewise. Pickles She took his purse and emptied it of all its contents. The two victims glared at her and then at each other before Twaddle recovered sufficiently to open his gob: Twaddle Just an oversight, you understand: pressure of business and all that. Freeloader Indeed, indeed Your Grace. We businessmen must really try to find the time to discharge our minor duties as well as our more pressing commitments. Pickles I decided to take advantage of the situation and informed them,:‘ If Brudder or Cretin has no cash, and that is a distinct possibility, then you lot is on your way to the dishwashing sink, or so it would appear to me.’ Twaddle I suppose Pickles, you couldn’ t see your way clear to letting us have a couple of pounds until such times as the bank opens? Pickles‘ Brilliant guess’, I nodded and got up to leave. Brudder Do you want me to deal with him? Pickles Davy Brudder made an effort to rise, but Twaddle must have remembered our Hamilton for he restrained the little‘ hard man.’ Twaddle Leave him! Reclassify the little blighter as a Scoucer and watch his rickety ass disappear up the Mersey Tunnel like the diseased little rat I know him to be. Gallowsbird My Scoucer page is full. Can I classify him as a Welsh Taffy? Twaddle Yes, I like the word‘ Taffy’ but please add the expletive‘ turd’ I like that word even better Gallowsbird But the Taffy Turds are supposed to go to Anglesey? Twaddle Now via, the Mersey Pipe. And Olaf! Gallowsbird Huh? Twaddle Set traps at the Birkenhead exit. Pickles I waited in the car park to see what would happen. After a few minutes the four of them came fleeing out like scalded rats closely followed by Chopper Morris who was brandishing the biggest chopper I ever saw. Chopper Morris supplies the Horse & Hounds kitchen with meats but does a bit of dirty-work for Sir James in his spare time. I heard a splatter and looked around to see Cecil Cretin wiping something from his forehead. Cretin Help Marmaduke! Help! Help me! I am bleeding, I am wounded I have just been done from behind! Pickles‘ And not for the first time.’ I commented. The little man wiped his head only to find he had been aerial bombed by a seagull.