Roope has been hanging out with the refugees down the allotments.
He smokes hooka with them.
He says to them he could find a market for their produce.
He comes to the centre and asks me if I will sell their stuff for them if he brings it in.
"No way man. Finns don't do ethnic stuff."
"I'm stuffed then. Slit from pubes to gizzard"
"Wrong!!! That would be gutted Roope"
Anyways he is safe. He doesn't have an address where they can find him, since he sleeps under the motorway.
