So I wake up and Bobby knocks on door. 

"Oi! Open up you in the name of Sharia Law and show me your Sleeping License!"

I fumble for my license and finally find it, saying "S-sorry good sir, it's right here. God save the Queen"

Bobby peers in and catches a glimpse of me Telly

"Halt! Where's your TV license for that?"

So I draw my TV license from me wallet.

Bobby gives a look like the bloody Queen's dodger. "Oi mate! Where's your permit for this license?"

I show him my license permit.

Him: "This license permit is expired! I'm taking you in!"

Bobby draws his toy gun and I shank him with my unregistered butter knife.