You and Gaz were arguing since you never made time for him since you retired from the SAS and he’d barely seen you.

“Good day.” He turns around.

“Come on, dude.” You call out after him. “Just talk to me.”

He turns back around. “I would if we were friends, but you’re making it very clear we are not, so I shan’t!”

“Oh you’re shanting me?” You ask, defensively.

“Yeah, that’s right.” He says before turning around again and walking away.

“Gaz.” You call out.

“Can’t hear you you’re shanted.” Gaz ignores you as he walks down the path.

“Gaz!” You shout louder, with urgency.

Gaz rolls his eyes and turns around. “I told you, I only talk to my friends!” He tells you.

“No, Gaz.” You say. “I think I just got stabbed by that guy.” You gesture to the guy running away behind you and the knife in your back.

Gaz sees the knife and panics. “Oh, yeah, you did.” His eyes are wide. “You definitely did.”