MORNING, MR PARTRIDGE. "WAR OF THE WORLDS."

IT'S A SERIOUS SUBJECT.
I ONCE FOUND A LUMP UNDER MY ARM. AWFUL.

IT'D BE INTERESTING TO TALK TO YOU.
I'M THE PRODUCER AS WELL AS THE PRESENTER.

FEW OF THEM MAKE 60.
WHY ARE THERE HOLES IN MY "DAILY MAIL"?

- ALL RIGHT, GUYS?
- ALL RIGHT?

I'M DRIVING AROUND IN AN OBSCENE PUBLICATION.
I'D LOVE TO GET MY HANDS ON THE BASTARD.

THANK YOU.

JURASSIC PARK.

BUGGER!

ARE YOU BEING LYNN OR TONY?

I TAPED THAT DOCUMENTARY FOR YOU.
"THE WORLD'S WORST STORMS."

DON'T CRY, EARS!
YOU'RE ON THE SIDE OF A LOVELY HEAD!

OH, I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF.
WHERE'S MY SHOTGUN? CLICK, CLICK.

- OH, IT'S PARTRIDGE.
- HELLO, MICHAEL.

BY RANDY MCNAB!

(YELLED INSULTS)

JANE.

- NO BODIES UNDER THERE, I HOPE!
- WHAT?