Copper: “Oy...what you's doin'? I got a report of candy nickin's in the neighborhood, wot?”
Impsie #1: [in squeaky voice] “No Suh, we wasn't nicking no candies, we sweas!! We's honest payin' customers, we are!”
Impsie #2: [lower, from the back of the pack] "Yeah, we's bought some crisps." [holds them up, just an arm sticking up from the gaggle..they are curry flavor.]
Copper: “Yeah, well I'm watching youse. You lot is thick as thieves, you is..."
Impsie #1: [squeaky] "We ain'ts thick!"
Impsie #2: [lower] "Yeah...and we ain'ts thieves, NEE-vuh..."
[gaggle cackles] "yeah!" "YEAH!!"
[The gaggle scurries about and autoabsconds to go eat pixie stix with pita from Edgeware Rd.]
Of course, they didn't pay for the crisps. It was on the rack right next to where they had been standing. But they took the crisps with them too.
* Here is a pic. Goodness. Well, it's not using a straw; instead, it's using the wrapper itself (anything for a pixfix, they can be very creative...). Notice the remarkable ability to hold the cough and drag while snorting the "pikkie Nikki," as they call it. I don't even know what to say about this. This kind of depravity is so shocking, so striking, even for seasoned impwatchers. No mean feat, I tell you, but if you ever think you've seen everything from the impsies...you are sorely mistaken.
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