"Rubbish, you stuff your pants with a sock roll you wanker." He chuckled even harder, wiping his face with his shirt sleeve. John just sighed. They were like overactive teenagers sometimes---he grinned. "Both you nitwits can't even win a wrestling match." He put his arm out and started to pull up his sleeve, with that big arm poised in for a match. "One of you buggers wins then we'll talk about where to go." There was so much trouble to get into with these two drunk and looking for shit to do.