WE DIDN'T SEE EYE TO EYE.
THERE WAS BAD BLOOD...

THEY COULD AFFORD TO EAT IN A MODEST RESTAURANT.

IF THIS JOB COMES OFF, AS REGARDS DECISION-MAKING,
WE'LL BE IN A "CAN-DO, GO" SITUATION.

BRILLIANT STORY TO TELL.
I WAS IN THE COFFEE SHOP WHERE I WORK.

THAT HAS THE LARGEST AUDIENCE SHARE
FOR A DIGITAL CHANNEL AT THAT TIME OF DAY

SPLASH DOWN!

WHETHER I WANTED AN APPLE OR NOT
WOULD BE A SIDE ISSUE.

ALL RIGHT. WHY DON'T YOU
GIVE A TALK ON WEDNESDAY EVENING?

BUT WITH DIFFERENT-SHAPED PASTA.

LYNN'S NOT MY WIFE. SHE'S MY P.A.

ME WEARING A BEAR COSTUME.
THEY'D THINK I'D LOST IT AGAIN.

- I'M PUTTING SOMETHING BACK.
- STILL ANNOYED ABOUT THAT BOOK?

VERY MALTY.

- I CAN DO YOU A CUP OF BEANS.
- A CUP OF BEANS?

- AYE. HE CALLS IT CONVOY.
- CONVOY?

OH, COOK A CAT!

THERE IS ZERO TOLERANCE ON DENIM IN THE BAR?

IT'S FAIRLY WELL CONCEALED IN CASUAL CLOTHING,
BUT YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE ME IN MY UNDERPANTS.