- IT WAS A BELTER! DID YOU HEAR IT?
- NO.

SORRY ABOUT THAT. YOU MUST BE SICK OF THAT.

TOUCH MY THIS.

CAPTAIN PARTRIDGE, WOULD YOU LOOK AFTER THE FORT
WHILE I GO ON A RESUPPLY MISSION?

WHICH IS CLIMAXING AT MIDNIGHT WITH MADNESS.

AND THE POT-SMOKING,
WHORE-RIDDEN WATERWAYS OF AMSTERDAM.

IT'S 4.35 A.M. YOU'RE LISTENING
TO "UP WITH THE PARTRIDGE".

SOD OFF!

SPLASH DOWN!

THERE'S THE BATH, HOP IN, THERE'S A LOOFAH...

- UM...
- IT'S UP TO YOU. YOU'RE THE BOSS.

SOME OF THE BOXES ARE A BIT FADED

- MESSAGE UNDERSTOOD, SIR!
- AT EASE, YOU'RE NOT IN THE ARMY ANY MORE!

FAT COW!

BECAUSE I HAVE PREPARED A FIVE-YEAR ONE.

KING ROAD.

MAYBE IF IT WAS VIBRATING PHONE,
IT WOULD BE QUITE PLEASANT!

WE'VE EATEN. THANKS.