IT WOULD HAVE BEEN WOBBLING
LIKE A VERY RUDE HOUSE.

CHIPS AND CRINKLE-CUT CHIPS.

THANK YOU, ALAN.

- HELLO, ALAN.
- HELLO, SUSAN. THIRD FLOOR?

THOSE GUYS DON'T CARE HOW OLD YOU ARE,
OR IF YOU'RE GAY.

(THEY HONK)

I THINK PEOPLE ARE SAYING,

A-HA!

LET'S OPEN THE "NIGHTCLUB" TONIGHT, FOLKS,
WITH JO BOXERS.

OH, LOOK AT YOU, ALAN. YOU SHOULD BE IN HOSPITAL.

YOU WILL PAY THE PRICE IF YOU'RE A FUSSY EATER.

OOH, A DEAD DADDY-LONG-LEGS.

I HEARD YOUR PHONE-IN, AND I LIKED YOUR CHAT WITH
THE GUY FROM SWAFFHAM. HE WAS A WACKY FELLA!

IT'S TWO MINUTES TO ONE
SO WE'LL GO TO DAVE CLIFTON.

THAT'S SUCH A POINTLESS DEATH.

OH, NO!

- TONY.
- BE LYNN AGAIN.

WHAT, ON THE ROOF?