Right, you’re in the soup and no mistake, mate. Some cheeky sod reckons they can twist your arm to bend to their whims, well, tell ’em to sod off! Yes, you might muck up the friendship, but let’s face it, it’s already gone tits up, hasn’t it? So, don’t you dare let that pillock’s demands outweigh your own gut feeling. Lucky little nugget for you: they say the number 7 is a lucky number, well, let’s hope it’s the number of brain cells your mate has left after this kerfuffle. Maybe then, they’ll stop being such a bloody nuisance.

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