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Announcer: It's Showtime ladies and gentlemen.
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It's my last fiver.
You don't have any good pub by any chance do ya?
It's a frigging gay pub.
Narrator: This is Byron and Kenny.
Hand over your friggin' money.
Is that you Byron?
Byron, you're not fooling anyone.
They know ya.
Of course they know me--I'm in here every night.
Narrator: There's nothing much they wouldn't do for money.
See it as work: legitimate, lucrative.
Narrator: Almost nothing.
It's money you know?
Kenny, ***' each other up the bum is penetration,
and I don't take it, or give it for that matter.
I don't like it up the bum either.
Nor me.
Narrator: Then it started: Her Royal Highness,
the Queen is dead.
Narrator: She was first.
Jesus H. Christ.
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Narrator: Then it was Jeff.
You shagged the guy to death?
Narrator: Then, Father Ted.
Suddenly, there are dead gay guys everywhere.
There's a hell of a lot of dead people--we've only been here a
couple of days, you know what I mean?
Narrator: But the key to the story is the bread in the bed.
Everyone knows there's:
Bread in the bed?
Narrator: To get at this bread--
Why would he hide his money in the bed?
Narrator--you've got to pass the test.
Really long, really strong, really hard--
So what if I am small?
Small is small, I like big.
Narrator: Or die trying.
Flip sake, Kenny?
- What? - You're willy.
- What's wrong with it? - It's ginormous!
You think?
Narrator: A dead-funny *** mystery--
Good morning, good evening--Deepak speaking.
--with a kink.
I'm not going to have any discussion about your
*** behaviour in my pub.
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--Closed Captioning Produced by JWR (c) 2013--