”Sod off,” Fred groaned into his pillows and swatted at his brother again, trying to get the damn plonker to shut the hell up. He didn’t need this in the middle of the night, did he now? George hadn’t got any kind of sense of timing! He'd had such a nice time until the damn idiot had decided to attack him without any seemingly good reason, the twat!
When George started to shout instead of doing what he had been asked Fred lifted his head a bit, casting his brother a half-murderous glare, completely ignoring the piece of publication the bloke tried to smother him with. "Shut up, will ya? What the hell are you on about, anyway? Let off, whaddaya mean, let off?"