B: | When's your house empty, bhaji Sam?
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S: | My house? Are you a robber or something?
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B: | No, I'm allowed to stay there with mates you know.
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S: | You're allowed to stay at my house with mates? Do you think I want your mates shitting in my toilets?
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T: | Haha, well where do you want them to shit then? The chimney?!
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S: | Their own house.
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B: | Mate, it's not your house, so you know...
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S: | lol Yeah, it is. So shell, you smell.
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B: | It's your mum's...and Omar's.
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S: | Oh, you're talking about that house.
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T: | Lmao, 'Omar's house'. You know, Omar. The guy who lives in Scotland...
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S: | Yeah stay there and freeeeeeeze hahaha |
