| 00:00 - 00:03 | Pete, unfortunately they've discovered Quinton was alive and well during the time he was supposed to be in a coma. |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | Apparently he was giving guided tours right through Swindon Town Centre..... |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | He was seen all over the fucking town... |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | And the dates match up perfectly - when he was supposed to be emerging from his coma..... |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | He was pictured holding a certificate in some shopping centre right here. |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Right. We need to get this bench and plaque done pronto. |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | That's our only way out of this mess. |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Pete..... |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Unfortunately...... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Unfortunately, they know the bench and plaque don't exist.... |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | The charity have confirmed it. |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Any of you whom we've already used as a stooge in a fake competition, leave the room.. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | You said they'd never question a cancer charity....... |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | A fucking cancer charity....... |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | And now that baldy idiot has been seen all over Swindon when he was supposed to be half dead.... |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | This is one giant fucking cock up |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | And those two solicitors are outside.... |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL THEM NOW? |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | How the fuck do you defend someone in court who invents a donation |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | To a fucking cancer charity? |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Pete, we told you this was going too far. |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | You said we needed something as the tips were gone to shit!! |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | Pete, a bench and a plaque, that was too much |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | This has all gone to fucking shit |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | Pick the top price on Oddschecker..... |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | Put the fucking thing up as a tip.. |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | And watch the rabid addicts lap it up, as if I'm some guru |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | And now even that won't work? |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | I'm too fucking old to get a real job, who'd fucking have me? |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | And I like getting up just in time to watch Bargain Hunt |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | I've been on fucking easy street. |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | And now we don't have enough subs to buy my fags for the week |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | How could this happen to me? |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | Me...Me.....I'm Racing Fucking Pete |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | The Tipping King of Twitter |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | None of the morons had even noticed... |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | I'd had 7,000 bets on my Powers Account |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | And yet we still had them fucking paying me? |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | Then that guy comes along, tracks my bets... |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | And let's people know the actual truth. |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | The fake odds. The fake slips. The fake profit. |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | We'll tell him we're resigning. Going back to the Glitter parties. |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | We can't go legal with this.... |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | If we do, I'll end up looking a right prick |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | Lock the account. |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | Lock the fucking account. Hope it goes away. |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | Maybe they'll forget, and in time people will give me free money again. |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | What else can we do? |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | That fucking Matthew Forth. |
