Music Club XL

Harry: You see how Justin’s going behind your back? Telling Flinchy you play the tuba, and then not even bothering to inform you?

Bull: It’s such a lame instrument too. Like sucking a giant cock. Hasn’t that stuff been replaced by computers yet?

Harry: This has gone too far. Let's shut down the club.

Bull: ...and I’ve been meaning to ask, how come we’re still using CDs? I thought everyone downloaded now.

Harry: Flinchy and Justin are all hung up on physicality

Bull: With those faces, they can’t afford to be

Harry: Why did you just cross all your fingers?

Bull: Hand spasms

Harry: Weren’t you there when we covered the whole downloading issue?

Bull: Probably asleep – that’s what usually happens when those two start yapping

Harry: Well, you won’t have to hear them anymore...if we go back to the way things used to be

Bull: When you moped around my basement cos the team sacked you?

Harry: I meant just before that, when they hadn’t sacked me

Bull: You want to relive it?

Harry: I want to change it. Or at least say something witty when it happens.

Bull: Look, he won’t be in Flinchy’s class for much longer. We just have to ride it out.

Harry: You ride it out. I quit.