You are a sharp-dressed man, Sam Cutler.
“I cut a bella figura, I do.”
Got yourself a rando?
“‘E looks well enough. Big bloke.”
You dose him?
“I confess that I did.”
You’re going to see Phish?
“Me mates’ve been bothering me about it. Say the lads have a bit of th’ oul’ spark to ’em. Plus since ‘at movie th’ Hebrew geezer directed came out, everyone’s recognizing me.”
And you like it?
“I confess that I do.”
You deserve a little praise.
“Spot on. And some rumpy-pumpy.”
That, too. Wait. Your mates? Who are you meeting?
“Oy, Sleepy Batman!”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“When’s the showYAAAAAWNstart? I got time for a catnap?”
“Course, mate. Go kip out in the back of me van.”
I do not approve of this, and I’m sure–
IS SLEEPY FUCKING BATMAN MEETING REAL PEOPLE NOW?
–the other guy’ll hate it.