- NO.
- LET IT GO.

HOW DO YOU DO?
I WAS JUST SAYING, I SELL KITCHENS,

- A BADGER. I SEE HER AS A BADGER.
- I CAN IMAGINE HER SNIFFING THE AIR.

THEY'RE LIKE BABY BAGS FOR YOUR FEET.

BECAUSE SHE MUST SELL THIS HOUSE
BECAUSE IT WILL BE OFFICE BLOCK.

I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN.

YOUR PETROL'S A BIT OBVIOUS... IT'S A BIT PETROLLY.

HELLO.

YOU'VE SAID IT AGAIN!
JUST BECAUSE I'VE GOT A SHIT TABLE.

- HOLD TIGHT.
- YEAH.

- WHAT'S HIS NAME?
- GORDON.

PLOT THUS..
MALCOLM MCDOWELL IS TRAPPED IN THE FUTURE.

READ THE SMALL PRINT ON YOUR CONE-TRACT.

YES. SOME ARE ON A SPIKE,
YOU'VE GOT SOME IN AN ENVELOPE

(ECHOLNG) SUPER TALK!

MR PARTRIDGE? WE'RE FROM THE INLAND REVENUE.

A FANNY.

ALL RIGHT. I'LL STAY! I'LL STAY.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?