my dear fellow    old fellow

It appears that the TRA authors did not think it possible that the ram raider could be driving the wrong way up a one-way street.

‘Nice fish,’ Norm said, looking at four charred-baked barra covered in fire ash stuffed into the bucket.

“[…] keep your soft liberal yack and MSW feminism out of the main of department life. You empowered women are like a- a- hey Cap, what's the mayor's word for it? Cuntocracy?” “Gynocracy.” Parseeman whistled a single high note. “That's it, and believe me, this is the wrong ideology to have around here. You're better off with communism.”