"Oi Susie babe, fuckin, put these fuckin' hot posters up for me - am fuckin' off out with the fuckin' lads" Bruce commanded.
"Yes Babe," Rosie, which is now Susie, replied in the tone of a woman who knows only to follow orders. She looks at the pictures of football soccer and rugby lads and the slutty cheerleaders and feels inadequate that she isn't good enough for Bruce. For her Bruce is like a God and none of these posters compares. She decides she has to be the head cheerleader for Bruce's sake for his attention since that is all she craves. Her thoughts about having ever studied and worked hard to go to college disappear. She starts to feel like all he ever does is float around never having any clear direction unless told to by Bruce.
Bruce leaves the room with Mike and they head off down the pub. They chat about the rugby game on the way to meeting the other lads and about how much of a slut Susie is.
"I don't know why I put up with the silly bitch" Bruce laughs.
"'Cos she's easy pussy and would do anything you say mate," Mike replies.
"Fuckin too right she fuckin' would," Bruce agrees enthusiastically - he has progressed to the state where he can only make short curse-filled undeveloped responses.