Boyn: Lads, I'd appreciate it very much if you kept my identity secret from Winst in the short term. Our relationship is still at a very formative stage and I wouldn't want to scare him away. He seems quite the sensitive type.
SOAL: ....and here comes the very man himself. With a tray of drinks no less. Haud oan a minute tae Ah take a foty oan ma phone.
WG: Well ghuys and gal, here ye go. Tinnints, Coors, G & T - Bombay Sapphire nae less fur our lady in blue and a Gemme Burd fur masel - as the bishop said tae the actress. Anyway - here's tae the mole thit dug the hole.....
They clink their glasses together
NAFOS: Nice one, WG
WG: Oh but there's more to come, Mr NAFOS. What DO we have here ?
NAFOS: That looks suspiciously like a five pound note to me, Mr Gemmell
WG: It is indeed. It is a piece of blue paper featuring the image of one freemason by the name of Sir Watty S. Naw, no that wan, the other wan. Scott. He of the Embra monument. An they huv the cheek tae say we worship statues !!!!
Boyn: What ARE you talking about, Winst ?
WG: Talents
SOAL: Whit ?
WG: Ah thoat ye knew yir biblical history, Mr Lee. The good and faithful servant. Whit did he dae wi the five talents ?
SOAL: Boat a boattle ay Buckfast ?
WG: Naw ya tossah. He made five mair. N whut dae ah huv here ?
NAFOS: That looks suspiciously like another deep sea, WG
WG: Indeed it is, Mr NAFOS. And the freemason of choice on this banknote is none other than Sir Bob Burns, much loved charlatan of The Darnelist Free State of Ayrshire.
Boynita shuffles uncomfortably on her stool
NAFOS: And tae think they slag is fur wur holy pictures
WG: Indeed they dae, Mr NAFOS. Indeed they dae.
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