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Shafting some Bunglas with a FTC 871

... was all a bit slow to react but they was fucking coming to life already, fucking Kuptar looked like he shit his self and there was half a dozen other fuckers sat around panicking. "No!" Kuptar shouted, "Imran no!" Imran had the Kalashnikov in his hand, only bit of luck was he didn't know the safety was off and he stuck it back on by mistake, I swung the half shaft at him, clang I reckon it put a dent in that Kalashnikov barrel anway he dropped it like it was red hot and then all the other fuckers was legging it, they pinned poor old Nobby against the wall and shoved Al back into the shop and fucking legged it, some out the back some through the shop, then there was just Imran, Kuptar and me, oh and the bearded fucker blabbing in Urdu about his busted face. "Fucks sake Johnno," Nobby says, "Fucking hell!" I just stared and then Amina came in, "Now look what you've done!" she screamed. "It is ok," Kuptar said. "What the fuck is this!" I yelled. "Bombs," Amina said, "My stupid brother has religion." "Kill the infidels!" says the bearded fucker so I twatted him with the half shaft again and thirty pounds of high tensile steel was no match for his bony skull and he went down and stayed down. "W'what are you going to do?" asked Kuptar. "Well," says Nobby, "How about our Sheila?" "What?" says Kuptar. "That cunt got our fucking Sheila up the duff," Nobby exclaimed. "Are you mad?" Amina screeches, "The Imman is dying, the table is covered with bombs and you want my brother to ...

... marry a prostitute!" "Yep," Nobby says, "Got it in one!" "Agghhh," squeals Amina, "I am calling the Police!" "Hey don't be too hasty," Al says, blocking her way, "Some of this is dodgy." "You idiot!" Amina squeals, "These are bombs, not fake designer handbags!" "Fucking hell," I says looking at the stuff on the table, fucking vibrating fucking dildo cut open with some yellow paste stuff and some electrics stuffed in it, "Hey do these go where I think they go?" I asked. "Fuck you Allthwaite," Imran snarled. "What up their asses?" Nobby asks. "Looks like it," Al adds, "Or their cunts." Amina slaps him round the face, "I am pure!" she wailed. "You poor bitch," I said, "You want to get out more." "That's what I been saying," Nobby says, "You and me how about it?" "I should rather fuck Allthwaite at least it would be quick!" Amina snapped. "Who told you?" I asked and she blushed and Imran worked out how the safety worked aimed the Kalashnikov at Nobby and let fly, he missed by a fucking mile and sent a line of bullet holes across the wall and ceiling and busted one of the light fittings. "Fuck!" he said as he ran out of bullets. "I fucking warned you," I said and I smashed the half shaft down on his right wrist, he screamed, "Fucking pack it in," I said. "The police!" Kuptar protested and then Mrs Kuptar turned up in her nightie to see what was up, a short nightie about nine inches above her knee, loads of cleavage totally different to the tent she wore in the shop. "Mama!" Amina ...