WE'VE GOT A TRAFFIC REPORT... THAT'S ANNOYING.

CLAWS.

HI.

WHAT DO YOU THINK WAS WRONG WITH MY BOOK?

I THINK THAT'S MY BREATH.

ALAN, LOOK. YOU'RE TAKING A MAN TO THE PARTY.

MICHAEL, RELEASE THE HEADMASTER.

RIGHT, RIGHT.

- ANDREW.
- A FRIEND OF LYNN'S FROM THE CHURCH?

- WE DON'T NEED OUR DRIVE TARMACKING.
- THIS IS GORDON.

ALAN, ALAN! I'M NOT GOING
TO GIVE YOU A SIX-MONTH CONTRACT,

NO, JILL WILL BE SLEEPING WITH ME TONIGHT.

DON'T WORRY ABOUT THE DAMAGE,
THEY'RE ALL DAMAGED.

IF YOU'D LIKE TO FOLLOW ME.

ALL RIGHT, IT'S INCONSISTENT!

GOOD. GOT MY FUNGAL FOOT POWDER?

WHEN I SAT DOWN, I LOOKED UP AND REALISED
IT WAS NONE OTHER THAN PETER PURVES.

- I'LL HOLD THE DOOR FOR YOU.
- THANK YOU.