"I look like a right bloody wazzack, don't I?"

Ralph looking down at his ridiculous costume and laughing, shaking his head, before glancing up and feeling eyes upon him. Oh? Were those blokes eyeing him up? They fucking were, weren't they? The Brit made his way over to the two shirtless young lads and waved his bone club at them.

"Hello, lads. What's going on? Where's Count Dracula? My cousin told me there was a vampire here or something."

His accent very strong Northern English, similar to Mick in many ways.