Date: 23rd January 2012 at 11:14am
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*We join the lads celebrating their win against Wolves*

Bent: Great goals Keano, wow you really came back to haunt Wolves eh?

*Gabby hugs Bent tightly around the waste with fear*

Bent: Get off Gabs, what’s up?

Gabby: He’s a ghost!? I thought he was just old!

Bent: Huh? What’re you on about?

*McLeish has called Dunne to his office for a private meeting*

Dunne: So remind me again dere bass, why have ye drawn these lines on me face and glued this dark wig to me head?

McLeish: I told you Richard, you’ve been cast for an acting job, in America.

Dunne: Acting!? Like in a FIFA game advert?!

McLeish: Aye, somethin’ like tha’. You’ll have to do two things. One, pretend ye can play football.

*Dunne nods*

McLeish: And two, just repeat this in an irish accent to anyone who speaks to you.

*McLeish hands Dunne a note which he reads out*

Dunne: ‘Hello dere, did I ever tell ye this is me boyhood club? Supported them man and boy.’ What club boss?

McLeish: Oh just where ever you end up. Oh an’ can ye ‘irish it up’ a bit more? Y’know ‘grand’ and ‘ta be sure’

Dunne: Um…’Yes I’ve put on a few pounds, it’s that fine Birmingham cuisine…… Rub tummy’

McLeish: No, don’t say that, just do it.

Dunne: What? Eat?

Mcleish: No. yer tummy lad.

*Dunne rubs his tummy*

McLeish: ….And?

Dunne: Um…… Ta be sure?

McLeish: Brillian’! Now we just need to get this on…

*McLeish approaches Dunne*

Dunne: Now boss, I’m not sure about tha’…..

*Minutes later Dunne and McLeish enter. Dunne wearing an LA Galaxy shirt short enough to expose his belly and tight enough to purple his arms and throat with restricted blood flow.*

Keane: I didn’t know ye were a fan of tha’ galaxy dere Richard I…. Wait .. Is that me shirt!?

*Keane and Dunne stand face to face. Gabby looks at Keane, then at Dunne, then Keane again.*

Gabby: There’s two of them!

*Gabby screams before jumping through the glass window and running full pelt into the distance. Warnock enters and pats Dunne on the back*

Warnock: Lovely goals Keano.

Dunne: Aye

*McLeish lowers his brow at Dunne*

Dunne: ta be sure!