| 00:00 - 00:03 | Fucking mental night out at Moo Moo's lads |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | Was sick, but we've so gotta go Talk |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | Box, or Unit. |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | I'd deffo recommend Unit, as there's 3 different rooms there |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | and drinks are nowhere near as shit as Talks. |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Sounds fucking sick mate |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | this time, Brandon can come for the laughs. |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Lee sir... |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Brandon... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Brandon only went and fucking snaked again. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | Told bouncers Yeoman had coke on him. |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Everyone apart from the Krew, Lewis, Priest, fuck off. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | FUCKING MORBID SWINE! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | THAT FAT UGLY FUCKING MORBID SWINE!! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | For years, we've had that fat Oompa Loompa's back |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | Un-fucking-believable |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | He fucking betrayed us |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | That little speccy cunt wants to chat shit |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | Fucking saggy titty drooping motherfucker |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | Yeoman didn't even do anything bloody wrong. |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | But Lee, Brandons going through a hard time |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | YOU WHAT? FUCKING LAIR! HARD TIME MY ARSE! |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | Lee Sir, Eva keeps on rejecting him |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | That swine thinks he stands a fucking chance with that bitch |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | NOT A CHANCE! |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | Brandon's chances of pulling that |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | fucking slag is about the same as |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | Lex's chance of winning a fucking bet for once! |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | Honestly after everything we've ever done for him |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | After we defended him and his ridiculously saggy joops |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | I should have let them sag and sweat |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | That inconsiderate little chode can fuck off to Russia, to FUCK STALIN! |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | Fuck me, I'm out of breath |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | He's got literally fuck all, without a hard man Lee |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | They'll hang him by his joops |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | That traitor |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | He can go and shove his Assassin's Creed necklace, up his fucking bum |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | Not like he didn't shove it up there anyway |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | And he thinks he'll get TL |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | He's about as fun as chlamydia |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | Not like he catch it from that slag Eva |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | It's ok Eva, at least you're not his mother |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | The fuck was Annette thinking? |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | I'm done... defending that prick anymore |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | He's done |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | A friend... he is no more |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | He will learn, that he will never have friends like us ever again |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | and he will live to regret that |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | Fuck that fugly twat |
