My name is Gene Hunt. Some plonker gets a wallop on the head and shows up in my department yelling about where his desk is when I’m trying to have a kip. Now am I angry, pissed off, or flippin’ furious? In fact it’s all three. Whatever’s happened to the daft bastard he might be useful to have around. Now maybe if I can shut him up long enough to close the case, we can all go t'pub.
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