[Int. Prison Day - the Commissary]
[Int. Prison Day - the Commissary]
*Dom gets in the lunch line, grimacing as the cooks dish out pasty lumps of food from the steam tables.*
Grouchy Prisoner Up Ahead: Is that a skirt, boy?
Incensed Reply: Excuse me? Wha' was that? A skirt? A SKIRT? Look here, you kiwi bastard, this is no' skirt. It's a kilt, and a fucking rare tartan and all. If ye'd taken ten minutes off from all that sheep shagging-- I mean rustling, slip o' the tongue, do excuse me-- ye might've noticed that it's the national dress o' Scotland! *mutters* Skirt my arse...
*Beaming happily, Dom perks up.*
Billy?!
*Dom gets in the lunch line, grimacing as the cooks dish out pasty lumps of food from the steam tables.*
Grouchy Prisoner Up Ahead: Is that a skirt, boy?
Incensed Reply: Excuse me? Wha' was that? A skirt? A SKIRT? Look here, you kiwi bastard, this is no' skirt. It's a kilt, and a fucking rare tartan and all. If ye'd taken ten minutes off from all that sheep shagging-- I mean rustling, slip o' the tongue, do excuse me-- ye might've noticed that it's the national dress o' Scotland! *mutters* Skirt my arse...
*Beaming happily, Dom perks up.*
Billy?!