Sowerbutt's War

Spaghetti and WO jumped as the half empty bottle of Old Bushmills was smashed on the desk, fragments of glass flying everywhere and whiskey spilling across the top. Shaking the jagged neck of the bottle in his fist, Sowerbutt shouted: “Got Tipper? By all that’s sacred, this is war. I’ll gut that teacher myself and string his mates up twitching. I’ve had enough.”

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