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Go on, go on, take him out. Go on. Get off my fucking leg. Get off my fucking leg. No. I'm fucking over here. I'm fucking over here. Get off my fucking leg. You ain't welcoming King Sandin, lad. We don't want you around here. Do you understand? No, I got him. He's dead. Fuck you, man. Pat him down in case you've got a knife on him. Give me a flame, man. Yeah. I don't want to go to court, man. Pat him down after something might have a knife on him. I told you. I don't worry about you. I told you. I don't worry about you. Fuck my ass. Kick me, son. Kill me. Mate, you were threatening to kill me. You were threatening to kill me. Shut up, man. You want to thank yourself? Look, police, they turn up, mate. You know what I mean? You should count your blessings. You should count your blessings, mate. You should count your fucking blessings. I tell you, man. Police. You want to see my dick? You want to see my ass? Whatever. Show. I show my dick, man, to everyone. Let me stand. So it's big sad or big what? Big flow? Shut up. Big down. Shut up. Fuck off. Doesn't matter who you sex or not. I haven't seen him pull anything, but he's been doing all mad gestures. He's been getting his private parts as well as walking around with a brick going up to cars. They're not around, no. They were scared, they were startled, they've disappeared. By the time you got here, how did we go? Trying to attack women, walking around with a weapon in his hand.