I am crouched in a bin
W-h-y a-m I c-r-o-u-c-h-e-d i-n a b-i-n
Oh, because I have
At least 20g on me.
Oh, bollocks. This is Roger's fault.
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I am crouched in a bin
W-h-y a-m I c-r-o-u-c-h-e-d i-n a b-i-n
Oh, because I have
At least 20g on me.
Oh, bollocks. This is Roger's fault.