mancster: ite mate, you got a spare cig on ya by any chance?
randomer: no,
sorry mate, none left
mancster: you shitin me?
let me check ya pockets den
(mancster pats strangers pockets n pulls out the cigaret bos)
stranger: uuurg...
mancster: your jacked, BRAP BRAP BRAP!
strangers dead
a mancster can be scene plodding around the local offlicence in an air max nike tracksuit with nikey 1:10's on, which are,
of course, bought form cheatam hill, and fake