Memories by David Guetta (featuring Kid Cudi)

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'Don't you Fred me, you bastard. I want this sorted and I want it sorted now. Don't you realize the gravity of this?'

'Tuck me' said Fred, and fell off the fender.

'Don't you Fred me, you bastard. I want this sorted and I want it sorted now. Don't you realize the gravity of this?'

'If I say it's no, then I bloody well mean it.' Fred tore the newspaper to shreds and flung the pieces all about. We've worked too long and hard on this,' Fred shouted. 'How could it happen? Tell me how?'

'No, but I was thinking it, sir.'

One of the anonymous duo fetched over the form and both of them sat down upon it (which must have meant that it was a bench, rather than a piece of paper).

'Foul-up,' said the first fellow. 'Not to put too fine a point on it.'

'Well, I do, sir, yes. But it might be helpful if you were just to run through it all one more time.'

One of the anonymous duo fetched over the form and both of them sat down upon it (which must have meant that it was a bench, rather than a piece of paper).

'There's been a flipping foul-up,' said the form-fetcher.

'Hm,' said Fred. 'What are you feckless furtlers on about?'

'Right,' said Fred. 'One more time and try to pay attention. First question. Where are we now, at this precise moment?'

The form-fetcher unfolded a newspaper and displayed its front page.

'Don't you Fred me, you bastard. I want this sorted and I want it sorted now. Don't you realize the gravity of this?'

'No No'

'One of Compton-Cummings's books escaped the pulping. It fell into the hands of this Pooley chap and somehow he and another chap called Omally located the Brentford Scrolls.'

'Don't you Fred me, you bastard. I want this sorted and I want it sorted now. Don't you realize the gravity of this?'

'I'm afraid it's yes,' said one or other of his visitors.

'Correct again. And why am I this?'

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'Right,' said Fred. 'One more time and try to pay attention. First question. Where are we now, at this precise moment?'

'No No'

'Foul-up,' said the first fellow. 'Not to put too fine a point on it.'

'One of Compton-Cummings's books escaped the pulping. It fell into the hands of this Pooley chap and somehow he and another chap called Omally located the Brentford Scrolls.'

'Foul-up,' said the first fellow. 'Not to put too fine a point on it.'

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