- NO, SORRY, YOU.
- YEAH, NAME OF HAYERS.

- I RETILED IT.
- RIGHT.

- DO YOU WANT ANY PETROL?
- I'LL GET IT ACROSS THE ROAD.

NO. HIS SILENCE, I THINK, SPEAKS VOLUMES.

- THAT'S SACKING PEOPLE.
- WELL, BASICALLY, YEAH.

- I DO LIKE MILK CHOCOLATE.
- I COULD EXCHANGE IT.

ALL RIGHT, LYNN.

THEY'RE A MISH-MASH OF BITS.

PLAINCLOTHES POP FORCE.

- I AM.
- WILL YOU INTRODUCE ME?

DONALD FROM HEMSBY HAS E-MAILED US TO SAY,

I'M NOT EXAGGERATING. YOU BUY A CAR OFF THEM
AND FIND OUT IT'S TWO FRONT ENDS WELDED TOGETHER.

BECAUSE A SPINAL COLUMN WOULD FIT IN A BAGUETTE.

- SEE THE MATCH?
- WHICH ONE?

UNLESS I'VE GROSSLY MISREAD THE SITUATION.

WE'RE TAKING E-MAILS ON THAT TONIGHT,
STARTING WITH MIKE WHO'S 24.

I'M SHIT-CHATTING. SORRY, CHIT-SHATTING.

AND TO ME IT LOOKS LIKE TRAFFIC CONE THEFT.