A Muster of Bins.

Attenshuun!
Fall in!
Get In Line, Jones!
Yes, Cpt. Mainwairing!
Now listen up men! We must be ready for Jerry coming.
Permission to speak, Sir.
What is it Jones?
Rubbish, Sir, They don't like it up 'em.
My Mum says you have a lot of rubbish, Uncle Arthur.
Quiet! Pike and shut your lid.
Doomed - we're aaaw doomed!