No dessert please
I'm in a rush.
Waive the bill
I'm broke.
Clear my exit
Let's shed this suitability.
I'm a fucking jet plane
with itchy palms
and a fear of hand dryers.
Hand me a Mayfair
I wish to quit again.
Bollocks to your exits
I'm going through the wall.
You won't find me
on the other side.
