- YOU CAN SIT ON ALAN'S FACE. IT'S A JOKE.
- IT'S A FILTHY JOKE! ALAN IS HITTING YOU.

- POINT HIM OUT TO ME.
- HE'S GOT A BEARD.

- I DON'T MEAN WITH AN ACTUAL CUP.
- MORE LIKE AN EGG CUP!

THAT'LL PROBABLY BE A LOT OF TROUBLE, WON'T IT?

ERROR TWO..

DESPAIR ON THIS VERY BAD DAY?

- ALAN. I'VE CALLED THE POLICE.
- WHAT FOR?

I WAS SUPPOSED TO HIT THAT LATER...TO FINISH.

..BEFORE IT ALL DROPPED,

SEXUAL ER...INTERCOURSE.

INSURANCE. AND, NO OFFENCE, LYNN...

THEY'VE GOT HOOVES, FOR GOODNESS' SAKE.
FOUR OF THEM.

- IN THE WHOLE WORLD?
- PRETTY MUCH, YEAH.

(ALAN) SHALL I MOVE ON TO THE OTHER ONE?

WAS THAT A LIE?

OK. LET'S RECAP. DRAW THE GUN FROM THE HOLSTER,

I ALSO RANG ALL THE COMPANIES
ON THE PRODUCT LIST YOU GAVE ME.

OH, I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF.
WHERE'S MY SHOTGUN? CLICK, CLICK.