Connor was fidgeting in his seat as the Megabus made it's slow ride towards his inevitable kingdom. He'd google searched Norfolk before he'd booked the tickets and it was ripe for a con-man makeover. He'd watched Braveheart once and it were perfect for a final showdown against the pretty boys red-coots. He knew it wouldn't be long before the prince's men started tracking them down man and he wanted to be prepared when that happened.<br/><br/>As a leader he had taken responsibility for his groups failed incursion otherwise known as the drive-buy looting of MacieDees. He still attested that the BMW had just been sitting idle with it's keys still in the ignition, and man everyone knew BMW drivers were dicks. He'd egged on Jonesy and Leo to get in with him and things were starting to look up. His peeps were laughing and they were driving towards their destiny man to rule the greatest kingdom in England otherwise known as...............Birmingham.<br/>Then everything went to shit.<br/>He'd swerved to avoid a cat, a fucking cat man.<br/>Him and his peeps had crashed smack bang in through the front window and all because of a pussy man.<br/><br/>Your probably wondering how that had ended in the three of them sat on a megabus after midnight? Well Jonesy would tell you it was because of Connor being a colossal dick but he wasn't in the know. He didn't know the whole truth about the conspiracy against them. Conner had known from the moment that they had been hauled in they were unlikely to ever see the light of day again, metaphorically speaking.<br/>he'd grabbed his friends card and phone and BOOM here they were sat on a stinking bus making it's way to Connor's inevitable speech of "you may take our lives innit but you is well never gonna take our wifi passwords or some shit ya gets me?"<br/><br/>Now all he had to figure out is how to get off the damn thing. He'd realised as they were getting close to their destination that even with it's tinted windows and most of the curtains in the bus being closed the realisation that his best friend had come to was a huge reality. They wouldn't reach Norfolk before sunrise and Connor, Jonesy and Leo were sat at the back of a glorified tin can full of people. People meant blood and Conner aka Jerk-Con or Dick-Con as Jonesy was fond of referring to him was starting to loose control and was very quickly being replaced with the Wet-the-bedsheets-Con and the beast was stirring.<br/><br/>Their was about to be a very big crash on this motorway and this time there was no McDonalds anywhere in sight