The back of the bus they canny sing, canny sing, canny sing, the back of the bus they canny sing, canny sing the sash
**** you's an yer puns. I made two yesterday and nae **** took a blind bit of notice. So, in summation, go **** yerselfs.
"I am Moses McNeil. And I see a whole army of my countrymen, here in defiance of bus burners! You have come to travel as free men. And free man you are! What will you do without buses? Will you go on the subway?" "GO on the train and you may die. Go on a wee ****y bike and you will live at least awhile until a big lorry squashes ye. And onanistically jerking in your bed many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance, to come back here as young men and tell our enemies that they may take our buses but they will never take our wi-fi!"
The polis are currently looking for a suspect with a burnt sausage coupon. Just for questioning and a light beating.