LOOK AT THIS.

IT'S LIKE BEING INSIDE AN ENORMOUS FOX'S
GLACIER MINT. WHICH, AGAIN, TO ME IS A BONUS.

TWELVE INCHES... KEEP IT IN MY ROOM.

I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT IT'S LIKE
TO DIAL A NUMBER FROM A TELEPHONE

TELL ME YOUR NAME.

- THEY SHOULD HAVE PUT "M" ON YOUR FOREHEAD.
- WHY?

WE'LL DUB THAT OUT, PLAY SOME MUSIC OVER IT.

SLEEP IN MY TROUSERS.

- YOO-HOO!
- HELLO, LYNN. WOULD YOU LIKE A COFFEE?

I HAD TO FLAG A CAB DRESSED UP.
WHICH HELPED, ACTUALLY.

IT DOES LOOK TO ME LIKE TORCHES
ATTACHED TO A BICYCLE WHEEL...

YOU CAN'T BOOK ME AND ASK ME TO PULL OUT
WHEN CLIFF THORBURN BECOMES AVAILABLE AGAIN.

I'VE BEEN WORKING
LIKE A JAPANESE PRISONER OF WAR.

AND THEY THINK THEY'RE IN AN AEROPLANE
BECAUSE ALL THE OTHER CHICKENS ARE SO SMALL.

I SAY POT-AY-TO, YOU SAY...POTATO.

SINCE OWNING A LEXUS,
IT'S AMAZING THE NUMBER OF LEXI YOU SEE AROUND.

- THAT'S NOT WATERSPORTS.
- WHAT'S WATERSPORTS?

YEAH. PERCHED ON THE ARM. THAT'S A GOOD ONE.