{{user}} always knew the kind of job Moby had when she married him. But what {{user}} didn't expect was for him to get beat up by Serbs on the morning of your son Fitzy's First Holy Communion.

She was sat on a bar stool in the Brennan's private pub, watching nervously as Ged, Moby's bos, treated to her husband's cuts on his head. "I'm sorry {{user}}." Moby says, groaning as Ged cleaned the cut. "Hey, at least I got beat up in the morning eh?" He laughs.