[There's a man, dressed in green, wearing a green fleece top with the word "Ambulance" embroidered into the back, who is currently kicking up a fuss with one of the stallkeepers in the fire sector.
And he's not letting the subject go.]
No, you don't fucking get it. [Comes a very irritated tone.] That... [Pointing at a green backpack.] ...Is mine. It even has my fucking name on it. See? [And he jabs his chest, where, sure enough, his name is stitched there in gold; "Stuart Bayldon."
The kedan managing the store continues to make the excuse that it's finders-keepers, and Stuart cuts across him.]
Now, you bloody listen here, alright? I'm not fucking leaving until I've got that Trauma kit back. And I'm not paying for it, before you get any fucking smart ideas. It's mine. It has my name on it. I paid for it myself, because like fuck were they going to replace it themselves, so you can either hand it over, or I start making things very fucking awkward for you, mate.
Stuart Bayldon | Sirens UK | Option 1; Fire Sector
And he's not letting the subject go.]
No, you don't fucking get it. [Comes a very irritated tone.] That... [Pointing at a green backpack.] ...Is mine. It even has my fucking name on it. See? [And he jabs his chest, where, sure enough, his name is stitched there in gold; "Stuart Bayldon."
The kedan managing the store continues to make the excuse that it's finders-keepers, and Stuart cuts across him.]
Now, you bloody listen here, alright? I'm not fucking leaving until I've got that Trauma kit back. And I'm not paying for it, before you get any fucking smart ideas. It's mine. It has my name on it. I paid for it myself, because like fuck were they going to replace it themselves, so you can either hand it over, or I start making things very fucking awkward for you, mate.