Katie: You still feeling down, Mick?
Mick: Hm? Wo’? No… (Pauses) well, *sigh* a lil’…
Katie: Sooo, I’m guessing you’re not over Zoot, hm?
Mick: N- uh… who? Zoot? ‘oo is this Zoot bloke yew speak of?
Katie: …-_-
Mick: Aw’righ’… I’m still feelin’ a bi’ ‘ows yaw father. Just… don’ tell Don, okay? ‘E’ll think I’m a wuss…
Katie: No he won’t, Don’s pretty understanding. But don’t worry- I won’t tell a soul, m’kay?
Mick: Fankew. I haven’t felt this rejected since… that /lady/ ditched me to ‘ave tea with tha’ ‘Ugh Jackman character.
Katie: *Blink* That was you?
Mick: Why yes. I think.
Wasn’t it?
Katie: Uhh. You tell me. O_O
Mick: I’m pretty shaw it was me. Yeah. Actually, no. I don’ think so.
Katie: I think that was… umm, The Other Mick, uh… Mick.
Mick: Uh. Really? Aw’righ’ then. *Shrugs* In anay case, I’m gunna try my best to get over that Zoot bloke. I mean… it’s no the end of the world, really.
Katie: ‘Coarse not, Mick. Good for you, I’m proud.
(Pause)
Mick: ‘Ay katie… oo’s The Other Mick, anyway?
Katie: *Shrug* Never you mind…