"I can't fit in that."
"Then you'll have to climb down the outside."
"Are you f-ing kidding me? I'll fall."
"Nah."
"For f-sakes." He looked over the edge, doing what he could to hide the wobble in his lips. "Fine. Shite. I hate you."
"I know, I know." The younger man waved a hand around as sirens blared and two marked vehicles skidded to a halt. "They're early."
"Shite."
"Give me the dosh."
The bulging bag was reluctantly handed over. The younger, thinner man slid down the stairwell.
"F-sakes. Leaving me here. Rat-bastard." He climbed onto the rim. "Shite."
Ka-thud.
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