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Jon: …8 counts

George: Plenty of echo on my voice, a bit more, bit louder me…

Oh, the Victims we know so well, they shine in your eyes when they—

Roy: Shut up.

George: Fuck off you spotty fucking heterosexual cunt.

Roy: Big nose gay.

George: That’s right, c’mon. **campy voice** “Wanna stop messing about, right?”

Jon: Alright girls. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8…

**they begin to play Victims, and either Mikey stops playing his bass, or his bass is cut out**

Jon: Stop it, stop.

George: Play it, Mikey.

Stop… he just stopped. Come on, Mikey.

Roy: 1 2 3…

George: Cock.

Jon: How much toast do you eat?

Roy: 1 2 3 4… **Jon and Mikey start playing** 2.

Jon: …oh come off it, for fuck’s sake!

George: **sarcastically laughs**

Roy (to Jon): You always do 8 counts, then he suddenly changes.

Jon: You just did 4 in…

George: Do it, Roy—er—Jon and stop being a little wanker.

Jon: Don’t call me a little wanker, I’m not doing it now, sorry. I’m not doing it now.

George: Big deal, who cares? It’s for you anyway.

Jon: No, it’s not for me.

George: Come on, girls.

Jon: No.

Roy: Look, it’s for Phil. Just do it, boys!

Jon: No, not doing it.

Mikey: …split.

**Roy starts playing the chords to Victims and Jon drums in…**

George: Come on, you all get a free air gun if you do this.

Roy: Oh good, we can blow your head off.

Jon: And you get free rentboy if you do this.

Roy: Come on…

Jon: 1 2 3 4 2 2 3 4!

**The guys all begin to play Victims**

George: Oh, the victims we know so well
They shine in your eyes when they kiss and tell
Strange places we’ve never seen
But you’re always there like a ghost in my dream
And I keep on telling you
Please don’t do the things you do
When you do those things, pull my puppet strings
I’ve the strangest void for you…

Oh, we love and we never tell
What places our hearts in the wishing well
Strange lover I’ve never been
But you must be strong, you must come clean
If I keep on loving you, it’s the only thing to do
There are stranger things if I do those things,
I’m a puppet king for you…

**George misses his cue to come in**

Pull the strings of emotion…

..don’t know where to come in.

Roy: I just told you where you came in!

Jon & Mikey: Augh!!!

George: Bye. **leaves the studio**

Jon: Oh come off it, can we just record the fucking thing?

Roy: What a fucking wanker! You fucking big fat wanker!

**Mikey laughs**

Jon: Oh come on.

Roy: Well, he’s not doing it man.

Jon: No, he just wants to go to a party.

Roy: No, he wants to go and fucking see—he wants to see himself on tele and go to the parties.

Jon (to George): Have a nice party.

**George enters the recording studio again, and Mikey laughs while Jon does a drum roll**

Roy: Come on.

George: No way, you called me a fat cunt.

Roy: Well, you are a fat cunt. Go and see yourself on tele and go to your stuff. Go on, you’re not interested in this band.

Jon: Here he comes…

George: You sit there and let him do that… you go to fucking hell!

Jon: I’ve done nothing wrong, mate. Oh, it’s all my fault now, is it?

George: That’s right! Fucking dwarf!! **slams door and leaves studio**

Jon: Yeah, it’s all my fault boys.

Mikey: Grown ups!

Jon: Have a good party, George.

Roy: Grown ups! **laughs**

Jon: I love the way he blames me, you know.

Mikey: Come on lads. Let’s knock it out.

Jon: Can’t we do it without him?

Mikey: Yeah, let’s do it without him man, fuckin’ hell.

**Roy is outside the room, arguing with George**

Mikey: Roy, Roy, come on we’ll do it without him, please…

Jon: The chord’s alright and it’s all my fault.

Mikey:

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