It's a strange thing to be stabbed to death, especially by a sharpen downed tooth brush. At first Troy didn't even know he was stabbed. It just felt like someone was poking him in the neck with someone's finger. When he did realize that he was stabbed, it was the strangest thing. Instead of screaming in pain or trying to stop the bleeding like a normal person would, all he could do is laugh. A laugh like watching a fat guy fall down, or a cat doing something cute on the internet. And then, he just woke up. Like it was all a dream, only it wasn't.
Troy looked over at the other sinners as the flamboyant man called them. "Aye, last thing I 'member was getting into a argo with a couple of apes. I was reefing their fecking arses too! But one of Langers had a damn shank out of a toothbrush. Got me in the neck. Damn Manky Mebbs." Troy stated with his thick Irish accent becoming apparent. He rubbed his neck where he was stabbed at, still unsure that it even happened. "Meh, I don't care. Point me towards the boozer Nancy-boy. Been far too long since I've been bolloxed. Got a year of forced sobriety to slash away." Troy ordered to this supposed MC of life.