Noal walked into the pub. leaving a trail of oil behind him.
" 'Ey, i just finished unloading a load'a fuel. straight from one'a those depots near waterloo station...... an' i had a damned oil leak in the process." noal said to anyone who cared to listen.
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he noticed some of the other pilots glancing at his oil soaked flightsuit.[/i]
"you think it's bad? you should see wha' the inside o' the ship looks like. ground crew's still trying ta get the oil to come of the ceiling."
he walked over to the bar and sat down. a pool of oil formed under his stool.
"now, ya got any beer round here?"
after seeing the look on the bartenders face, he grinned.
"an' dont think ya can lie ta me. i know we always have a few kegs about. i'll take one'a those with me when i leave."
' Wrote:<span style="font-family:Century Gothic">Violence is Golden</span>
