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‘What!’ I sat upright and bashed my head against the metal ceiling. Stars, stripes and fucking red blood triangles exploded in my head. My head felt on fire. ‘The motherfucker came after me with his knife. His eyes bloodshot and all. He screamed like a mad man! You fucking Western trash. You Jesus fornicator. I stood dumbfounded,’ Abel said breathing fast and furious. ‘He spoke English.’ ‘Yeah, poshest English ever.’ ‘What did you do?’ ‘Well, since I know the motherfucker and I spoke the same language I raised my hand and said, ‘Stop in the name of fucking world peace you mother-fucking cock-sucker.’ ‘Fucking hell brother, are you a low-hanging cocky crow or what!’ I was like so impressed with my beloved Abel brother. ‘Mate, he stopped dead in his tracks! He held his knife free hand out to me. ‘I am from Birmingham,’ the idiot I must kill said, I kid you not!’ ‘Motherfucker Mary.’ I could not believe what I heard. A fellow countryman! ‘So we shook hands. I told him I am from Halifax. We chatted for a while, he told me he came over to fight with Isis for his gap year. Nice guy and all. Tall, muscular.’ Should I be jealous? I said a little prayer to Madonna, please don’t Abel tell me he and the Arab masturbated. ‘So what then? You two kissed, had a cuppa tea and then made love.’ ‘Haha, funny Chopper, really sick, but funny. No, of course not. Jesus bloody Simon Stanowski Christ, stop with the jealousy. It will eat you up like a cancer,’ Abel said rather annoyed with me. ‘Sorry, but then what?’ The suspense started killing me.
