"S'really focken rude t'start a fight while a bloke's eating," John snaps, an accent a lot more melodic and distinct that someone else's around here, refusing to let up on the affront. There's no way he's getting out of the shithole he calls home alive if he can't at least not get his arse handed to him. Scott's attitude only serves to aggravate him further as he tries to grab onto Scott's shirt collar and give him a shove backwards.