oh god a pig had shat in his head the dirty bacony bastard... He blinked and shook his head very slightly, then frowned at the voice.
"What's so fucking good 'bout it, mate?" he rasped out, his throat all dry and sore from... why was his throat so sore? Actually, why was all of him so fucking sore? What the fuck had happened to him? And where was he? Was that green-haired plaguey bitch there? He jerked his head up suddenly and looked all round the room.
JESUS what the fuck was that... thing? Holy shit, was that who'd spoke to him? He managed to keep his shock under wraps, though. He was good like that, yeah. Perhaps a slight widening of the eyes, but not much more.