Yes, she’s British. Kiss her fat purple ass if you don’t like it.

As if Elizabeth knows the faintest thing about being nice…

What’s that supposed to mean??

We aren’t friends.

Bloody hell… 💢

You're lucky I can't taser you little punks...

I can come over there and knock you upside the head, how about that?

Of course.

How does she look? Like a tired, raggedy mess?

You don’t need to show me. They’re mine, I already know what they look like. … would you be surprised to know they get bigger?

Yes. And you’ll watch cheesy soap operas at night, and live in dad’s old house. But if it helps… your siblings won’t be bothering you. 💦💦

Life isn’t THAT bad. Bloody hell, I used to be a right nightmare… We make enough money. Not exactly millionaire money, but it’s fine.

Oh, lighten up. It’s fine. I only occasionally want to die. That’s an improvement, isn’t it?