Have a Butcher’s ‘ere at ol’ Martin Morgan. I’ve bin sat ‘ere all on me Jack Jones fer far too long an’ a Patron is wot’ll do me best. Little ta offer in exchange, but I don’ make a poor dogsbody. Kin even mebbe score yeh a fine Kettle if’n yeh need, by way of recompense. Me brainbox is a mite rusty, though, so I’m in the way of needin An Extraordinary Mind to put me sharp-ways quick-likes. Failin that, A Shattering Force to assist in makin me an alleyways terror would also be right ‘andy. Come callin after me in wotever fashion yeh wish; I’m lettered an’ all! An I give yeh my word that I won’ even sell yeh up the river to the Brass nor the ol’ Bill.
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edited by Martin Morgan on 11/5/2014
edited by Martin Morgan on 11/5/2014