PRAY SILENCE, PLEASE,
FOR THE ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA.

- OK.
- LET'S BRING THE LOVE-MAKING FORWARD.

L THINK IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO CONSIDER
MOVING ON TO NEW PASTURES.

- DO YOU KNOW HER?
- NO. HOW DID YOU MEET?

BUT WHICH IS WHICH? SORRY.

BY THE QUICK FEET
OF BLOUSE-WEARING TYCOON MICHAEL FLATLEY.

BUT WITH BIGGER HANDS AND EYES AND SEX ORGANS,

IT'S POLITICAL CORRECTNESS GONE MAD.

RIGHT. I MEAN, HE'S DEFINITELY DEAD?

LOOK, ALAN. NO CLOWNS, NO GAGS.

(SOFT SINGING)
# I LOVED YOU, BUT YOU LEFT ME #

OH! EXCELLENT.

- FINE.
- INCLUDING JILL.

- HOW MANY?
- FIFTY.

APOLOGY.

UM, I WAS JUST WONDERING
IF YOU WANTED TO GO FOR A DRINK.

WE HAVE TO NEUTRALISE THE THREAT
BY INCAPACITATING THE TARGET,

THAT'S WHY I'M TALKING.