Somewhere in a bag

Phil was not happy..Not only had his pool game been interuppted. But he had been nabbed...again....and shoved into a bag...again.
 
"What the bloody hell do you want with me?" he shouted, slighlty muffled by the bag
 
"We want a shurbbery...ermm...i mean safe passage off this ship..."
 
"What about the ship you rode in on?"
 
"Good point...valid point...we like your thinking...wont security stop us?"
 
"You tit I am security...HOw the fudge am i going to stop you when i'm shoved in a bag with what looks like some dirtyy laundry stuck to my head?"
 
"Wont the grunts try and stop us..?"
 
"You have any booze?"
 
"Nope.."
 
"Then ya safe...btw where are we?"
 
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