Illiterate, 1/1
“How’re we s’posed t’ read this? ‘S jibberish, that is.”
“That’s because you can’t read, Allan.”
“Yeah, and neither can you. Anyway, I don’t need t’ read it t’ know wot this says.”
“You don’t?”
“No. See, right here is says Robin’s mad, don’t it?”
“That’s not what it says.”
“It could! How d’ we know it don’t say that, him leadin’ us into a trap like he is…”
“What else does it say?”
“Well, I’m not bein’ funny, but right ‘ere it says we’re gonna die.”
“That’s a picture of the castle…”
“Yeah, that’s wot I mean. We go in there and we’ll practically be handin’ ourselves t’ the Sheriff.”
“Don’t be dramatic.”
“Dramatic? Dramatic, he says. I’ll show ‘im dramatic. OI! Metalheads! Lookin’ for us?”
“Allan - run!”
“That’s because you can’t read, Allan.”
“Yeah, and neither can you. Anyway, I don’t need t’ read it t’ know wot this says.”
“You don’t?”
“No. See, right here is says Robin’s mad, don’t it?”
“That’s not what it says.”
“It could! How d’ we know it don’t say that, him leadin’ us into a trap like he is…”
“What else does it say?”
“Well, I’m not bein’ funny, but right ‘ere it says we’re gonna die.”
“That’s a picture of the castle…”
“Yeah, that’s wot I mean. We go in there and we’ll practically be handin’ ourselves t’ the Sheriff.”
“Don’t be dramatic.”
“Dramatic? Dramatic, he says. I’ll show ‘im dramatic. OI! Metalheads! Lookin’ for us?”
“Allan - run!”