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"I could have died cause o' you!"
"You were shot in the foot, Ray."
"My point exactly; what if his aim hadn't been off?"
Sam shook his head, trying to busy himself with some paperwork. It was only seconds before Gene hurled himself into the room, unlit fag clenched between his teeth.
"You two ponces have been doing my 'ead in all morning. Raymondo, either fill 'im in or kiss and make up." Both men lowered their eyes. "Try not to punch him too hard, though. I happen to like his face," Gene added, knowing which outcome was most likely.