TERRIBLE NEWS, TERRIBLE NEWS.

OH, YES. I SUPPLY FITTED KITCHENS.

- YOU'RE SURE YOU DON'T WANT RENT?
- AS I SAID, WE CAN COME TO AN ARRANGEMENT.

- ALAN?
- ONE YANK, GONE!

YOUR LITTLE FINGER JUST TOUCHED IT.
I'LL JUST POP THAT THERE.

PRAY SILENCE, PLEASE,
FOR THE ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA.

HELLO, COMMUTERS WITH YOUR COMPUTERS.

I NEARLY SENT MY SON FERNANDO HERE,
BUT I WAS ABLE TO EDUCATE HIM PRIVATELY.

WELL, HE MIGHT MAKE THAT NOISE. BE A BIT WEIRD.

ACTUALLY, I AM SPEECHLESS.

I'M SORRY FOR SAYING YOU WERE FAT.
YOU'RE JUST BIG-BONED.

I'M ALL RIGHT NOW.

LYNN, LET ME TAKE THAT.

WHAT, STARBUCKS?

AND THIS IS BLUE OYSTER CULT
FROM THE ALBUM "AGENTS OF FORTUNE".

- THAT'S FRANKENSTEIN.
- YOU'VE MADE TWO GLARING ERRORS.

I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU SWEAT OVER YOUR WORK.

(BURPS)