(SUSAN) DON'T WORRY ABOUT YOUR CAR.
I'LL GET MICHAEL TO SORT IT OUT FOR YOU.

RANDY MCNOB!

AND DRIVEN TO A BIG WAREHOUSE
TO BE, LITERALLY, PULPED.

- (BARKING)
- SOMEONE LOCK THE DOG IN!

YOU'RE ALL RIGHT WITH THAT,
BECAUSE IT'S A RACE OF PEOPLE, AND IT'S A FOOD.

SHE'S PROBABLY UP IN HEAVEN RIGHT NOW
COMPLAINING ABOUT "BROWN PEOPLE".

- I PREFER TO GO ALONE...
- SURE.

I GOT THEM FROM A CYCLING TEST CENTRE.

YOU KNOW, ONE TO CANCEL OUT THE NEGATIVE

- WHERE?
- FLORIDA MAINLY... A FORTNIGHT IN FLORIDA.

I'M NOT HAGGLING.
I WAS TYING TO PAY YOU A COMPLIMENT,

.."PARTRIDGE" I CAN UNDERSTAND,
BUT THEN "COCK" AND "PISS"

- YEAH,
- I'LL REPLICATE THE COVER STANCE.

(COW MOOING)

- YEAH. BYE, ALAN.
- ALSO, ARCHERS.

I REMEMBER I HIT A FOX ONCE
IN THE PEAK DISTRICT.

JUST STICK TO YOUR SMILE. IT'S A LOVELY SMILE.

DO I? PERHAPS YOU CAN TELL ME
WHAT'S WRONG WITH FEEDING BURGERS TO SWANS.