Few people had seen Sowerbutt lose his temper; over the years he had
learnt to keep tight control on his emotions. Spaghetti and WO jumped as the half empty bottle of Old Bushmills was smashed on the desk. Shaking the neck of the bottle, Sowerbutt shouted: “Got Tipper? By all that’s sacred, this is
war. I’ll gut that teacher
myself and string his mates up twitching.”
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