Sounds a wee bit bonkers te me, see what knives has te say aboot it
After a few seconds, hear hear a gentle tapping at the window.
Dunk hits the central locking and the door opens and closes again. Much grunting and groaning ensues, the car rocking slightly as the invisible Knives shifts his weight around on the back seat, trying to get his busted ankle into a more comfortable position.
I cannae get used te working wi you two, invisible people and shiny spirits are just too fucken weird haha
Dunk's shoulders bob in a rythm with his laughter, genuinely amused at the bizarre situation he'd gotten into recently.
Aye, if ye dunnae laugh aboot it, ye'll cry reyt?
So, lads, where to now?