| 00:00 - 00:03 | Units from Response have been positioned here, here and here |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | Additional units from West Bridgeford, Heanor and Carlton at a moment's notice. |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | A hand-picked squad is drinking in the Elwes Arms |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | Peter of Germany is picking up their tab with his "Were Cheques" |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | In my opinion - nothing can go wrong. |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Good. I want a ring of steel around the place |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | I need to be there for the eviction |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | My Fuhrer |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | I'm afraid |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Fearn Chase has fallen. Squads of Notts Polizei swooped this morning. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | Fifteen - yes FIFTEEN van loads |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | The following will stay. General Von Ebert, Field Marshall Ceylon and Reichfuhrer Taylor |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | I wanted to BE there to GLOAT! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | Instead we've been outwitted by the fucking plods AGAIN |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | I had my eye on the microwave. And the widescreen telly |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | Now it'll be sold at an auction house in fucking CARLISLE |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | For a bastard tenner. A fucking TENNER! |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | The bailiffs will turn the place into a veritable fortress. |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | There was a part worn settee in the front room and that knotty pine was mine - MINE |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | You've cost me dearly you halfwits - you said he'd WON! |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | We can always do a Notorial Protest and an A4V |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Idiot! That's all bollocks and we all know it! |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | But they were tipped off by a shill |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | It'll be that fucking Bones, the BASTARD. |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | I'm fucking sick of it. |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | First I was banned from TPUC, then by that Sali from Goodf |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | I've tried joining Quatloos but they've tumbled my IP address the twats |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | What do I have to do to get my foot in the door when there's quality second-hand goods to buy? |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | You're failures the fucking lot of you. |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | Now I'm SKINT. So get ready with the Three Letters. |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | I'm going to have to do this myself. Where's the fucking Promissory Notes when you need them? |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | I've got all those Direct Debits to reclaim, all the way back to 1931! |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | You've made me a laughing stock with your Hide the Name |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | Return everything to sender - what a fucking disaster THAT turned into |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | I've got more debt collectors after me now than the whole of fucking GREECE! |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | And who the FUCK opened that WeRe Bank account in my name? |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | I've tried logging on till I wore out the keyboard. |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | The fucking tickets I've lodged |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | Every cheque I've issued came back unpaid |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | And no fucking reply from that bastard Peter. |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | Now those scum at Berlin Electric are going to cut us off |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | Don't worry Salli - you can just delete all those posts... |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | I should have realised from the start |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | It was always going to end this way |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | You've been blowing smoke up my arse and I fell for it |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | Freemanisim is all shite. |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | I had such high hopes of something for nothing |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | Mortgage the Reichstag and get to keep it |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | What the fuck IS an Endowment anyway? |
