NAFOS AND SOAL ARE STILL IN THE TESER
SOAL: Spose Ah better head.
NAFOS: Is it no your shout ?
SOAL: Nae sheckels left Naf.
NAFOS: Ur ye waantin anurra pint ?
SOAL: Aye, Ah could go a wee nightcap bit Ah dunno if Ah fancy anurra pint ur a large voddy.
NAFOS: Why don't you have both ?
SOAL: Coz Ah'm oot the gemme, that's why. Waant mi tae draw a picture ?
NAFOS: Naw Ah waant yi tae consider the laws of the market.
SOAL: We're no in The Market, wur in the Teser.
NAFOS: Disny mean we canny barter, Arthur ?
SOAL: Batter who, Naf ?
NAFOS: Trade, Arthur. Conduct a transaction.
SOAL: Whit ?
NAFOS: Well Ah've goat sumthin you waant - money fur drink ....
SOAL: N whit dae Ah huv thit you waant ?
NAFOS: The mobile phone number of the buxom bank babe named Boynita Duffield.
SOAL: You're oan dangerous ground here Naf. WG is very well connected to some heavy muscle is Lodge Novo discovered to thir cost.
NAFOS: Nae deal then ?
SOAL: Deal. A teardrap ay cola, nae ice.
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