RIGHT. PRESUMABLY, THERE'S GOING
TO BE SOME SORT OF FUNERAL?

WOULD HAVE BEEN BURNT AT THE STAKE.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE ALL THE REST, AREN'T YOU?

L MEAN, AT FIRST I WAS MORTIFIED..

ERROR TWO..

- AND MUMMY USED TO SAY...
- THERE WE GO.

THE TIME, FOR THOSE WHO LIKE TO TELL IT
IN A WACKY WAY, IS 50 TO SIX.

THAT'S RIGHT! IT'S CALLED AN AIREALATOR.

IT'S WHEN PEOPLE RELIEVE THEMSELVES
ON EACH OTHER.

WE'LL LET THIS GO,

SOD 'EM!

IT'S NO LAUGHING MATTER.

MOUSSE FROM A BOWL IS VERY NICE,
BUT TO PUT IT ON A PERSON IS DEMENTED!

YEAH. BUT ALL THOSE SMALL TAXIS
AND LITTLE TOWER BRIDGES MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A GIANT.

I DO COLLAGE. I CUT OUT THE HEADS OF U2
AND THEN I PUT ON TOP OF SPACE CLOTHES.

YEAH. IS SEAN THERE?

SO, JUST TO RE-EMPHASISE ONE MORE TIME,
HER CONTRACT HAS BEEN TERMINATED.

AND YOU!