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Keef Bananas had been summoned by Fingers, and this worried him. He expressed his concern to his second-in-command, Shitlegs, whose real name was Dave Lillicrap, and whose main attribute to being appointed second-in-command, apart from being as tall, skinny, and dozy-looking as Keef, was his innate propensity to follow Keef’s orders.
‘I ain’t done nuffin’, so why’d I get a bleedin’ summons?’ Keef asked, scuffing the toe of his Doc Martens in the dried soil around the base of Fingers’ shed, knowing this could mean trouble. Who’d be a baddy? Apart from you get to wear black hats.
Shitlegs looked at his esteemed leader in a goofy, incomprehensible way. Although good with a knife in a fight, Shitlegs was, ironically, not the sharpest knife in the drawer. He had drainpipe jeans, like e
