| 00:00 - 00:03 | As you can see Sheena |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | the results are in for Yell Sound shift patten vote |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | they've been independently verified |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | at great expense, by the consultancy in Berlin, |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | Inkster, has tried his best to fiddle with the numbers |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Enough of this waffle Fiona |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | just tell me the fucking result |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Sheena... |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | they want things.... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | They want things to remain as they are. No change. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | Only Josh fell for the pay increase shite. |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | everyone who could see this happening a mile off, but didn't have the balls to tell me, leave. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | How the fuck could this have happened? |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | what happened our mole Pandy? |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | He told me, that he has absolute control of the crew, and would steer them |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | I'm mean, half the cunts on Yell Sound |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | are fucking agency staff |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | how couldn't that bacardi soaked wanker |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | convince the other cunts |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | that my shift pattern was a good one |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Sheena, they smelt a rat with regards too |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | What do you mean they smelt a fucking rat? |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | flexi leave, no solid answers on flexi-leave |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | I don't give a fuck about their Flexi-Leave |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | They will work |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | when I fuckin tell them to fucking work |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | You give in to their pathetic little demands |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | and before you fucking know it |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | they'll be whining about the food budget again |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | and wanting us to pay for their tea bags and custard creams |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | and wanting extra money to go tesco |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | so they can get their fucking frozen pizza's |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | You are all a bunch of complete morons |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | Do i have to do everything around here myself? |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | it fucking feels like it, doesn't it? |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | I just can't fucking beleive how much |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | of a fucking useless bunch of pricks you lot are |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | I wish I could crush you all, and run this shit show on my own |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | I suppose your all laughing behind my back |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | for hiring the last two Mates |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | you know, the two retarded ones |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | don't worry, she doesn't mean you Lisa |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | I think got too much on my plate |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | I can't make sensible judgement calls on the fucking |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | window-lickers |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | that seamariner come with |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | Peerie Michael, you know that your like a son to me, a son that keeps me going |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | when it all gets too much |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | maybe we could do a recount of the votes? |
