*** FLY ON THE WALL ***
Teabag: Hey, Billy, I've come up wiv a wonnerful idea!
Billy: Wot idea? D'you remember the last idea you had? That bloomin video you insisted on puttin out ... . Talk about the tit hittin the fan! Anyway, haven't you got a video to edit? Bout time you put somefin out there, innit?
Teabag: How many times can I show people how to fry an egg?
Billy: Dunno, til they get fed up wiv it I s'ppose ... Don't matta, does it? Woteva brings the dosh in ... that's all that counts, innit?
Teabag: Yeah, but I've got a betta idea, Billy ...
Billy: Wot's that then? You gonna sell some of them gold coins you been stashin away?
Teabag: What gold coins? You been lookin thru me fings, Billy?
Billy: Don't have to, mate. Everyone knows you been stashin away gold coins ... Where's all the GoFundMe money gone? Cos fack all's been done in that cottage of yours for munfs nah ...
Teabag: Neva mind all that ... I've got a betta idea ...
Billy: Well, spit it out then ... I haven't got all day ...
Teabag: Why don't well sell the Viggie Le Brune? Must be wurf a flippin fortune!
Billy: Noffin doin, mate. An anyway, it'd leave a bloomin big space on the wall. Nah, can't do it mate. You know what'd be simpler, don't ya? Get your arse back on the set and do another vlog, mate. Simple, innit? Like sellin loaves of bread, innit? An if there ain't no loaves in the shop, mate, there ain't no customers, are there?
Teabag: S'ppose you're right, Billy. I've got a few bits an pieces I could string togeva to make somefin ... Bit of old material I can cobble togeva ... Those morons will watch anyfin, won't they?
Billy: That's the spirit, Michael. Back to your old self, aren't ya?