Read this whilst trying to impersonate a South London ganster... badly.
This is my Manor. If you don't belong on it, it's probably best to stay away.
But no-one's told this muppet. He's from the wrong side of the water. He knows what he is, who he is and where he is. He's a long way from home, on my manor and he thinks he's alone.
No way I can bear this kind of insult. Who knows what kind of mischief he's going to get up to.
My lot have not long since left the pub. So their right up for a rumble.
Close and personal. This Is'nt about sending a message. That the postmans job. This is war.
Not quite face to face but he'll understand.
Ahead Flank, Emergency blow, surface the boat and man the deck gun.
Ave It!
Jobs Done.
Thing is maybe his boss was trying to send a message. But we were'nt listening.
Time to get some payback.