The drill whirred through the safe
“What was that?”
“What”
“That noise”
“What noise”
…
“Nowt, you’re twitchy”
“We’re in”
“What the bleeding heck is this”
“The first Pound ever minted”
“I can see that, what’s it worth”
“At least a Pound.”
“Bleeding eck!”
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