I WOULD WAKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
AND EAT AN ENTIRE TOBLERONE.

- HELLO, ALAN.
- WHICH IS WHY SHE KNOWS ME.

IF YOU DO K, Y AND Z, BOB'S YOUR UNCLE.

WHERE'S EVERYBODY ELSE?

I'M GUILTY AS HELL, LYNN.

- WE DON'T WANT A CLOWN, ALAN.
- GOD, NO.

- WE DON'T DO THAT.
- THE WET T-SHIRT THINGS.

THIS IS MICHAEL. HE SELLS KITCHENS.

- STILL WATCHING YOU, ALAN.
- I KNOW.

- HAWK. HAWKEYE.
- ALBATROSS, BAT.

I'M GIVING THEM TO ALL LADIES I KNOW
AGED FIFTY AND UNDER.

LYNN, I WAS THINKING
ABOUT GETTING A SUBSTITUTE WIFE.

MAYBE THE MONKEYS ARE TYING
TO COLLECT ENOUGH PARTS TOGETHER

I'LL HAVE TO MAKE TWO TRIPS. I KEEP DROPPING BITS.

- HOW DID IT GO?
- A BIT BAD, LYNN!

JUST POP THAT DOWN FOR A SECOND.

IT'S WITTY. NOT LIKE A LOT
OF GRAFFITI YOU SEE THESE DAYS.

I DON'T FIND THEM ATTRACTIVE, IT'S JUST CONFUSING.