"It's not a stupid shirt, it's the best shirt I own. I nicked it from sports direct, you have no idea how bloody hard it was too. I'm from Manchester so you gotta support the home team." Bill clarified as he opened the glove compartment and got out the tissues. He used it to try and clean himself up, wincing a little. "Bastards."

They really jumped him, all of that cause he was leaving a gay bar and he had a fucking pride band on. Bunch of wusses. "That thing you did, whatever it was, that's the best thing that's ever happened to me. No joke."

He was still riding high from you. "Can you tell anyone what to do?"