- YOU'RE SEXY, BUT I DON'T TRUST YOU.
- JAMES BOND DOESN'T LIVE IN A CARAVAN.

NO. I THINK EVERYONE'S GONE NOW.

1.15, "GOLDFINGER".
STRAWBERRY NESQUIK, FISHCAKES.

"TAKE THAT BLUSHER OFF
YOU UGLY MISSHAPEN-HEADED ELEPHANT TRANNY"?

- SONJA, LYNN'S GOING TO GIVE YOU A LIFT.
- OK.

YOU'RE IN THE RIGHT BALLPARK.

GOOD.

- JUST HAD A BETTER ONE.
- WHAT DID YOU DO?

OUT POPS THE VAMPIRE...
COUNT DAVULA OF CLIFTONVANIA.

BECAUSE OF A THREAT OF A COURT INJUNCTION
FROM THE MAKERS OF CLUEDO. IT'S 6.58 A.M.

- (BELL DINGS)
- MY TOAD-IN-THE-HOLE.

WHATEVER. I JUST WOULD LIKE TO GET OUT OF HERE.

NO, HE NEVER DOES.
I'M AFRAID, SUSAN, I'VE GOT SOME VERY BAD NEWS.

BIT OF A MAVERICK, NOT AFRAID
TO BREAK THE LAW IF HE THINKS IT'S NECESSARY.

YOU KNOW, IT'S NOT JUST SPICES.
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE SPICE TRADE.

- WHO STAYS IN A PLACE LIKE THIS?
- TERRIBLE. IT'S SO STERILE HERE.

THERE'S MY BOOK!

YES, I SAW IT.