Yeh better be referrin ta me, mate. M’ down wiv some sniffles— musta caught it from a ‘uman bloke on me travels!
An ye neva will again, ye nosy git.
—shoos him loosely—
‘ey? Ya sayin’ that like you woulda seennit any other way, mate. I keep me pants up jus’ fine, I’ll ‘av you know.
Oye, wos wiv that tone?
Ye feckin’ judgin me, mate?