Having an absolute punch up, topless in a thunderstorm with your garden shed.

[Kryton]

'Mon you planky fuck. With your dickhead window allowing little light into your interior.
Half arsed roof. Leaking damp into the southern wall.
Haphazard distribution of once useful tools and boxes of damp comics that were worth something in the 90's.
'Mon eh?

[Kryton]

'Eh?
With your long dead Grandad's contraption that you borrowed to help with the tomatoes but your forgot to return?
That leather topped 'stool' and workbench never used.
That model train-track to nowhere.
Them dice you kept in a jar, you fucker!
'Mon, fucking C'mon...

[Glebe]

"Don't give it all that (mouthy hand motion), with your crap about your ability to store an entire broken old spring bed... y'think y'rock, don't yah? C'mere pal... I'll facking sort you out!"

[Ferris]

...or as I call it, "a normal Thursday!!"

[Glebe]

Arthur Jackson gets extremely drunk.