What Ho!

You dash around the corner, planting your nose squarely in the middle of a brick wall which has confusingly taken the form of large squint faced cove wearing a too-tight chauffeur's outfit. He holds a dog leash in one large meaty hand, the end of which is connected to a small black Scotty.

Both of them look at you with disapproval.

"Hey, why don't ya look where youse is going?" he (the man) says in a basso profundo growl.

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