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Day three on Thick and Single,

and Briony is crying because Robbie fancies Chantelle.

Last night at dinner, tempers were frayed.

What's the plan for the day?

Try to find the kid's home. Get distracted immediately.

Do loads of weird, pointless shit that somehow makes stuff worse.

Kill something. Eat bits of it.

Give up our mission. Come home here. Sleep for 14 hours.

-You've always got a plan. -Gotta have a plan. Gotta have a plan.

-Hi, gang. -Hi, cunt.

Okay.

How are we?

Hungry, tired. Full of hate and fury.

Okay. Why?

-We're cats. -Mm.

Yeah, so am I, and I'm none of those things.

Sorry, I should have said we're cats with balls.

Oh. Clever.

-Big balls! -Okay.

Big fucking balls.

-Testos. Fucking... -Who needs 'em? Not I.

-Bollocks, you heard of 'em? -Yeah!

Well, look, I'm here to help you find the kitten's home, if you're doing that.

-Oh yeah. Yeah. -Hm.

-All right? -Why do you turn up when Ponce comes?

-No reason, you fat, nosy cunt. -That's nice, innit?

We're watching a dating show.

-What's dating? -A waste of fucking time.

Dating, wow. Okay.

Dating is, um, when a man and a woman,

or boy cat and girl cat,

um, meet and get talking,

and they see if they like each other, wanna spend their lives together.

-That sounds lovely. -Does it?

-Civilized. -Oh yeah?

What sort of cat are you looking for, then?

Well, you know, someone with some fucking manners.

Right.

Who doesn't stink.

You know, someone like Ponce.

Oh, you... you fancy Ponce?

-No, no! Someone like Ponce! -There's no one like fucking Ponce.

-I know! -Right.

Hm.

We're... we're happy.

We've never fucking had a relationship.

-Perfectly happy. -Speak for yourself, mate.

Speak for yourself.

Yeah, but fucking rodents and slugs...

-No, no. -and fucking reptiles don't count.

I've got three kids.

-What? -Yeah.

-Three boys. -You've got kids?

Yes. Jeff, Shane, and Lance.

Granted, I don't see 'em much. Wasn't really around, but you know.

It was from a one-night stand.

Wait, you've had actual sex with a cat fanny?

Oh, come on. 'Course I bloody well have.

Huh? Loads of times.

Fucking mess down there. You know it. Have a look.

-Have a proper look. -What the fuck?

-Fucking barnacles! -Why is it all smashed up and scabby?

'Cause I gave a hedgehog anal.

Lacerated beyond recognition.

And which cat did you, um, pair up with, sorry?

Cat called Samantha Bellingham. She was very much into me.

Likewise. One thing led to another. Nine weeks later...

I can't believe any female cat found you attractive.

Well, she was blind.

-Oh! -Yeah.

-And no sense of smell. Yeah. -That all makes sense.

-Couldn't she hear you was a cunt? -Good point.

Oh, I put on my best voice, didn't I? Didn't say too much. I just got stuck in.

-What's your best voice? -I'm not doing my voice.

Come on, do your best voice. I'll be... I'll play the bird, right.

-What am I? A performing monkey? -Yeah. Yeah. Right.

Oh, hello. What's your name?

-Wow. -Puke.

-Right. Do you wanna fuck me? -Absolutely I want to fuck you.

-That's still your voice. -The same voice.

Same voice. What's your best voice? I'm blind.

Hello, I'm blind, right? With no sense of smell.

Yes.

And I have to go by the voice if you're attractive or not.

Are you attractive?

Absolutely I am. Would you like to fuck me, please?

So hang on.

Your best voice just involves you saying the word "absolutely?"

That's all... that's all it is?

I wanna get to the bottom of this. Right, let's do it again.

Right, okay. I'm... No. I'm blind, right?

I've got no sense of smell, but I go on hearing, so I can only go your voice.

There's a cat round here I wanna fucking get stuck into.

We don't need you for this workshop. He can just do the voice.

We don't need this long introduction of you being the blind cat.

I wanna see... It's called fucking role play, innit?

-We just wanna hear his voice. -Yeah, but I wanna do it in context!

-I might catch him out. -We understand the context!

-I wanna see what he says in situ. -Okay.

I'm a sexy fucking cat just walking along, and I bump into you, right?

Sorry, who's that?

It's Pukey, baby.

-Oh, you sound nice. -I'm very nice indeed.

What do you wanna do?

-Let's take it baby steps. -Yeah, well, I can't see.

-It's all right. You're with me. -Right.

-Hold onto my paw. -Where are we going?

-Through the field to the hay loft. -Why are we going there?

-Spend the evening together. -This feels really weird.

Sounds horrible.

It's not horrible. I got my three boys out of it.

What do you think about dating, Ponce?

Uh... I, um... I don't really think about it, to be honest.

Why do they call you "Ponce?"

-No idea. -'Cause it's his fucking name.

-No, it isn't! -It should be.

'Cause it fucking suits you. You are a fucking ponce.

-Yeah, but it's not my real name. -Well, it's our preferred name for you.

Okay, well, shouldn't my preferred name take precedence?

-Or even just my real name would be fine. -So what's your real name?

Rupert.

-Fucking hell! -Fucking hell!

-Rupert? -Yeah, what?

-Rupert? -Yes.

What? Like Rupert the bear.

-Fucking Rupert the Cunt, more like. -Exactly!

-Shall we call you Rupert the Cunt? -Yeah!

-Rupert the Fucking Cocksucker. -Yeah!

-Rupert the Kiddie Fiddler. -No, obviously not.

That's the choices. Rupert the Cunt,

Rupert the Cocksucker, or Rupert the Kiddie Fiddler.

-Let's just stick with Ponce. -Fair enough.

Sorted.

I'll take you to see my boys if you want.

There they are.

-Hi, Dad. -Hey, boys.

-How's things? -Yeah, good. You?

Ah, you know. Same old, same old.

-Meet the gang. -So you're...

You're all his kids, yeah?

Yeah?

Wow.

You seem sort of pretty... normal.

Are you... Have you got mental problems or...

-No, fairly normal. -No?

They wouldn't know, would they?

-If they... -They don't seem to have.

-What's two plus two? -Four.

-Okay. -Wow.

-Anyway, nice to meet you. -Yeah.

-Polite as well. -Amazing.

How's your mum? Oh, here she comes.

-Puke? -Yes, my sweet?

Oh, fuck!

-Ooh. -Oh, God.

Oh, fuck's sake!

Oh, just stay still. Why do you...

-Anyway, nice to see you. -Bye, Dad.

-See ya. -Bye, Puke.

-Nice to meet ya. -Bye.

-Ugh. Clumsy cunt. -Language.

Shit mum. Shit dad.

Well,

incredible.

-Well done. -Yeah, proud of them.

Well, you should be 'cause, uh, yeah.

I mean, it's shocking they've turned out normal, to be honest.

Yeah, I'm in agreement.

Never be proud of yourself, but be proud of them, son.

Yeah.

I mean, I think maybe you not being around was their best chance.

Their best chance, yeah.

-You knew that, did ya? -Yeah.

-You neglected them for their own good? -Yeah, made that decision.

Why don't you see them more often now? It's turned out all right.

-'Cause I don't got the time! -Why? What are you doing?

Looking for female animals!

-Of any species? -Yeah.

So you're always horned up?

You haven't got any time to spare for your own kids?

Always horned up. Always on the hunt.

-So you're thinking about it now, are you? -Yeah.

I'm looking at you, but I'm thinking about that squirrel in the tree.

Right.

If something's got a heartbeat, or not, doesn't matter, I will fuck it.

It's what my barbed penis is for.

Um, yeah, interestingly, the reason that the cat penis has got the barbs

is so that post-mating, post-coitus,

um, when the male cat pulls out,

the barbs actually cause pain for the female cat,

and that, in turn,

brings about ovulation, hence increasing the chances of conception.

Well, that's not why I use 'em.

-What do you use 'em for? -I go fishing.

Your knob's like a little barbed fishing rod?

-Yeah. -Okay.

I drop my willy into the pond,

and, uh, I wait.

-And? -Eventually a fish will come along.

And put its lips over my cock. They can't get away 'cause of the barbs.

-And you eat it? -No, I don't eat it.

I get a blowjob off of it.

-Right. -Yeah, but it doesn't happen every time.

-Sometimes I have to use bait. -What do you use?

-Use worms. -Where you getting them?

My anus.

-You've got worms, yeah? -I've got worms, yeah.

-Put that on your cock... -Into my cock.

-Into your cock? -Into the Jap's eye and I wait.

-You just wait, and a fish comes along... -Nibbles on it.

-And what happens then? -Well, I spaff myself.

And that's the reason you haven't got time to see your own family?

Actually, I don't think I see my mum enough.

She lives around here, actually. I'll pop and see her now!

What a great son. I won't be long.

You all right, Mum?

Hello, sweetheart. You all right?

Yeah, you know.

Yeah.

Anyway, I'll be off.

Yeah, thanks for popping round.

Not a problem.

-Aw. -Ah.

-I'm a good boy. I'm a good boy. -You are a good boy, my boy.

Yeah.

Anyway, you've lost a bit of weight.

Yeah, yeah. I've not had much of an appetite recently, sweetheart.

Uh... you need to eat though.

Well...

You know, don't really do enough these days to need much.

Always tired.

Yeah.

-Anyway... -Love you, son.

See you later.

How's your mum?

Yeah.

Getting old.

Happens to all of us, doesn't it?

What's getting old like?

Fucking horrible.

You just... Your teeth fall out. You go blind.

You're deaf. You can't eat. No one gives a fuck.

Your arsehole's trailing behind you

like you're being fucking bummed by an eel.

You're just fucking dropping your dinner everywhere.

Yep. And suddenly all of your opinions are really out of date.

Everyone finds you offensive.

The takeaway should be, try and enjoy life if you can.

-Yeah. -And if you can't, fuck it.

Fuckin' do yourself. Night, night.

Are you... Are you all right?

-Oh, hi. -Hi.

Yeah.

Well, I'm just...

I'm just sick of being treated like shit by my boyfriend.

Oh.

Right.

Oi, fatso!

-None taken. -What?

-What? -What do you mean, "what?"

You said, "Oi, fatso," and I said, "None taken."

You said, "What?" I said, "What?"

-Right. -Right.

-You want me to sort this cunt out? -No.

I'm not scared.

Go on, then. Fill your boots, son.

Yeah.

Definitely gonna fight, are we?

Yeah. Take this, you cunt!

You fucking little cunt.

-Oh my God. -Leave it. Leave it, mate.

Cunt.

-You all right, Gus? -Yeah.

-You still happy for me to sit it out? -It's fine.

Fucking little prick.

-Take that! -Ow.

-Oh, guys. -Okay, okay.

That's what you get. Come on, doll. Let's split.

No.

I'm gonna stay with Gus.

Really?

Please your fucking self.

Yeah.

You were sweet and kind. That's better than being angry and cruel.

-And good at fighting. -Wow.

Um, I am pretty good at fighting.

-Not really. -Usually.

Well, you don't... you haven't seen me...

-Mm. -Oh.

-So... -Yeah.

-Thank you. -Hm.

What... what you doing now, then?

Trying to find this kitten's home.

-You're helping the kitten find its home? -Yeah, sorry I can't talk.

But... duty calls, innit, lads?

-Oh yeah. -Yeah, yeah.

Something like that.

Ah, well.

What a lovely guy.

-Call me, yeah? -Yeah.

Will do.

Got a couple of notes on your technique there.

-You okay? -Yeah, I'm... Yeah.

Absolutely fine. I was holding back.

I didn't wanna do any ultraviolence in front of the bird.

-They don't like that. So I thought... -Just get pummeled?

-My balls are aching. -Are they?

-He really whacked 'em a few times. -Ouch.

-Yeah. -They're big though.

-They are. -Big target.

Why do male cats always talk about their balls?

-It's important. -I don't, to be fair.

No, you're different.

-Yeah, he is fucking different. -What are balls for?

Just there, aren't they? Gotta have them.

-Just there? -Yeah.

-They are. -They're for reproduction.

-Having children. -Right.

And for frogs to lick.

Okay, anyway, in answer to your question,

the male gonads are there so that you can have children,

become a father. That's what they're actually for.

Not the frog stuff.

-I'd have loved to have been a dad. -It's not too late.

Yeah, it is. I've got you lot to look after now.

You're a bit like my dad, aren't you, Gus?

Hm.

Particularly as I'm never gonna find my real home.

You will.

We'll try again tomorrow. Don't worry.

I wish I'd never been born.

Right. Don't ever say that, kid.

Life is a gift.

And you're a cat. A cat!

Do you know how good that is? To be a cat?

-Pretty good. -It's fucking great.

What is it?

-Fucking great! -Yeah!

Don't swear.

Oh very young What will you leave us this time?

You're only dancin' on this earth For a short while

And though your dreams May toss and turn you now

They will vanish away Like your daddy's best jeans

Denim blue, fading up to the sky

And though you want him To last forever

You know he never will

- You know - He never will

And the patches Make the goodbye harder still

Oh very young What will you leave us this time?

There'll never be a better chance To change your mind

And if you want this world To see a better day

Will you carry the words of love With you?

Will you ride the great white bird Into heaven?

And though you want to last forever

You know you never will