Ryan turned to him. “You can stay down here, mate. Don’t worry about it.” “What? And face Sean taking the piss out of me for the rest of the weekend? No thanks. Shite, here I go.” Loobey hurried towards the hill, cursing the entire way. “You’ll be the bloody death of me one day, Sean.” Tom looked between Brett and Ryan. “He’s not wrong. A cracked skull is better than Sean heckling us relentlessly.” Brett looked towards the top of the hill and shrugged. “How hard can it be?” Ryan sighed. “Come on, then. Let’s go kill ourselves.”
