Please don' kill me mate, we're just roughin' th' lad up a tad! Don' pour ya beer on this knucklebag, mate, 'e ain't worth a shug. 'E needs a rough-up good though, don't he? Ah look, 'e got his own bit of space and th' blood is comin' back to his soft lit'l face. Good on 'im. Let 'im up, now. Nice 'n easy, laddies.
Dere 'e goes! Watch th' litt'l knucklebag go. Ehehear, watch yurself, litt'l lad, don' come back 'roun here!