THEY'RE LIKE BABY BAGS FOR YOUR FEET.

YOU DON'T LIKE IT? THAT'S ALL RIGHT, THAT'S OK.
"INNER-CITY SUMO."

YOURS HAD HAIRS AT THE BASE
AND A DOTTED LINE EMANATING FROM THE CROWN.

YOU HAVE TO JUDGE EACH CASE ON ITS MERITS.

- SONJA, WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS?
- I GO TO COFFEE SHOP.

CAN'T GET ME TOE ON THE TRIGGER. OH, GOT IT.

TIME TO RUN YOURSELF A BIG BATH. IT'S CHRIS REA.

HE DOESN'T AVOID TAX, HE ONLY EVADES TAX..
NO, THE OTHER WAY ROUND. OH, SHUT UP!

THEN I FOUGHT SOME ZOMBIES WITH A BOY IN CARE.
WIPED THE FLOOR WITH HIM.

FUNNY WORLD.

OOH, A DEAD DADDY-LONG-LEGS.

THIS COOKERY BOOK WOULDN'T BE MUCH USE TO ME!

YOU'RE LOOKING A GIFT HORSE IN THE MOUTH.

ONE OF THOSE VEY FRAGILE ONES
WITH A SCREW-ON CUP/CAP.

- ARE WE NEARLY THERE?
- KEEP MOVING. THAT'S IT.

AND FROM 1993 MANUFACTURERS HAVE BEEN LEGALLY
OBLIGED TO LABEL THEM "CRAB-FLAVOURED" STICKS.

- YES. HOW'S THE BOOK DOING?
- WONDERFULLY WELL.

IT'S GOOD THIS, ISN'T IT, EVEN THOUGH
WE'RE BASICALLY JUST LISTING CHOCOLATE BARS?