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Come on, Carlos.

# Crawling in the shadows

What am I gonna do, more to the point?

- (Cheering) - Go on!

I want a clean fight. No biting, no kicking, nothing below the tail.

lt could kill me in an instant but it's not gonna,

As if she's gonna ring for you. Oh, I mean, she might do.

Oh, it's all salty. I'm freshwater.

- Be a bit cool. Don't be too eager. - Yeah.

There's no way. Look at me. My hair's virtually a hat.

What are you looking at? it's all over! Get away.

Easy does it, Margaret.

lt's not the video I was thinking of.

I mean, you're a pacifist. You're Britain's leading cream poet.

- Kangaroo. - Yeah.

GIDEON! GIDEON!

You know those guys with the little hands?

You'll get the same treatment. Wait till you hear your introduction.

Not one another, glossy dick. You!

(Didgeridoo plays)

There's no way. Look at me. My hair's virtually a hat.

I'll come at you fast, like a Northern bullet.

Nobody's bitch no more. I'm Howard Moon. Monsoon Moon.

- (Spectators shouting) - He's gonna eat his face off!

# it's all you have to do