"C'mon mate, just pullin' yer leg, calm the fuck down." Digger rolled his eyes and then his gaze shifted down to where Pete was staring. "What? Ain't 'zactly the Ritz yeah, but it fuckin' works, reckon? Help yerself t'one. Government's payin' after all." A smirk appeared on his face as he downed another gulp. "Figure it's th'least they c'n do after our bar got smashed up by that hunk of fuckin' metal. Christ."
"Seriously, have a sit, Petey." His attention went back to the game. "And fine, fine. Yer team ain't half bad when they're workin' proper together."