WELL...I'LL STOP, THEN.

WHAT? THAT'S TERRIBLE!

HANDS OFF YOUR COCKS
AND ON WITH YOUR SOCKS... OH.

- WATCH THE FIRE HOSE.
- WHOO!

OH, HELLO. I'D LIKE TO SPEAK
TO FERNANDO PARTRIDGE, PLEASE.

- ARE YOU SACKING ME? YOU ROTTEN SHIT!
- YOU'RE A ROTTEN SHIT, TOO. GET YOUR COAT!

- YOU'RE MAD, YOU ARE!
- I KNOW, I AM A BIT MAD.

HMM. OH, YES, INDEED.

THEY'RE SEX SWAPPERS!
THIS IS DEFCON ONE. LOOK.

THIS IS MY WIFE AND I
GOING OFF TO THE LOCAL MARKETPLACE,

I WASN'T THINKING STRAIGHT, RIGHT.

THERE GOES KAREN COLMAN.

ABANDON THAT, LYNN, IT'S NOT WORKING.
OK, DOOMSDAY SCENARIO.

YOU'RE LOOKING A GIFT HORSE IN THE MOUTH.

AND MY COPY.

SEND HIM INTO A CUBICLE WITH MAGAZINES?

- THIS IS BOB FRASER.
- I OWN SEXTON'S GARDEN CENTRE.

WOULD YOU SAY, BEARING IN MIND THAT HE'S
DEPRESSED AND HAS GOT RESPIRATORY PROBLEMS,