The london trick beef? a.k.a 5th Floor Fixie Crew Implosion

you setppin'? Cause you is crusin' for a brusin' señor fruitbatty boy.

You get me?

You callin' me batty? Hell yeah, I needs that brusin'.

Hey Fruit where's Max? We need his roundhouse kicks all over this shit.

Max sold his Shamondale? Presumably there is a happy farmer out there with a rather large gate he got on the cheap.

Max decided he was a roadie after all, left his job, went back to mum, didn't pay his fines or bills, and left me to sort out the bailiffs.