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Where I come from, to sell out your friends is to sell your soul to the devil.
Grassing on a friend would be the quickest way to end up completely friendless and the quickest way to the local infirmary.

However, there are exceptions, murder being one of them and even that would depend on who was murdered and why.

Good friends are hard to come by. If you have one, keep them close and they're there for life, through thick and thin.

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Merkaba

Like everyone else has said, it depends on the situation or the extent of how badly the compadres have offended. I'd sell them out if they didn't deserve saving. But if it's something minor like a bit of pocket theft, you know, the serious but slightly trivial stuff, then sure I'd protect my mates.

Depends how much your mates mean to you as a pose to how much you're willing to suffer.

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Right you lot, shut it. Strewth Fowler my son, all looks a bit pear-shaped round here or what. The govenor's talking, Saturday's game, very dodgy, very naughty, could go a little pear-shaped. If there's a rough things might be well iffy. These faces are a little bit hard, know what I mean, a little bit of oof, have some of that my son, bosh, sorted, ta ta, got me, so be clever. Good, now shut it!

pastor of muppets

^ definitely agree with that....

IamAlejo

A misdemeanor wouldn't do anything.

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inside_out

Yeah I agree with that.
Although I'm not good at these questions. I can't really decide what I'd do unless I'm put in the situation. Even though I'd like to think I wouldn't sell-out.

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