Sew… Solomon was a busted flush; how ’bout Foggy… *raises eyebrow… Arty, Click… shall we get on with it?*
*******
AA: Er, Carl! Very warm… Listen, we have reality show royalty, hear…
CARL: Thank you.
AA: Did you-did you keep it?
CARL: It died. It didn’t even make it to the airport, mate.
AA: Oh really?
CARL: No.
*AA chuckles*
CARL: No, I wasn’t even allowed thro’ customs with it.
AA: Ahh… Now, Carl. Back to-back to you p-former car-ear, you obviously, if you can just remember back b4… er the jungle.
*CARL goes to speak, AA continues over him*
AA: Only the most successful Superbike champion… Of. All. Time.
CARL: Yeah, I can just about remember that… I’ve had a few crashes, a few bangs on the head but I can just about remember that. I used to race motorbikes…
AA Watts the-watts the fastest you’ve ever been on a bike?
CARL: But nowadays the guys are up to two hundred and 15 now, sew you gno *nods appreciatively*
AA: Ah now, Carl. This board *waves at bored* It’s all got a lot easier now, thanks to Solomon.
SOLOMON: *laughs out loud*
*scoreboard descends from 100*
AA: It is right…
*CARL mouths ‘come on-come-on’ repeatedly*
*Scoreboard points level thumps*
AA: 38.
