galpalison:

Pst. Myea. Boules a wa’a. right? Wah’a. Fefty five pence, seveny naen pence, couple a quitth? A mean is no much but, aw adds up dint it? Eh now k’mya. 

Myea. Ite ya watchin ess? Neap yer eyes on is bit hya right? 

… Wa’a. Pyür waah. Aenataem a want it, dayuh nite, free a chodge. And it tastes? Jus like a volcaendo wa’er ur’eya. It tastes… a fuck oll. Chease!