Love, The Universe, and Plastic - Chapter Four

“’Ey!” “’Wha now, Da?” “Tha’ son o’ a...” “Who, Da?” “Tha’...Zeus.” The word was said in ultimate contempt unhindered by his strong accent. “Perhaps it’d go quicker if ya got rid of ya apostrophes.” “E’s gone an innerfered wi one a mine.” “Whaddya mean? E ain’t here.” “Nah, one a mine in tha…