AND WE WERE STUCK IN THE FOYER,
JUST POINTING AT THE RAIN, SAYING, "WE'RE STUCK."

- UNLESS YOU CAN THINK OF ANYTHING BETTER.
- COULD GO SHOPPING.

OH, HELLO. I'D LIKE TO SPEAK
TO FERNANDO PARTRIDGE, PLEASE.

OH, MY GOD, LYNN'S HERE.
LYNN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

WHAT HAVE YOU GOT?
SHOOT FROM YOUR HIP - YOUR NEW HIP.

SEE YOU LATER.

- NO. IT JUST SAYS "MICHAEL".
- AYE, IT DOES.

- AND I'LL SHOW YOU THAT MIRROR THING.
- NO.

(HOARSELY) OH, LADY-BOYS!

AND IF YOU WERE,
YOU'D BE A LOVELY JERSEY, RIPE FOR MILKING.

AND FUNNILY ENOUGH, IT LANDS ON ITS WHEELS
AND IT STARTS FIRST TIME, AND THEY JUST DRIVE AWAY.

AND EVEN HARDER TO... WHERE HAVE THEY GONE?

AND THEY THINK THEY'RE IN AN AEROPLANE
BECAUSE ALL THE OTHER CHICKENS ARE SO SMALL.

YOU'VE... YOU'VE POPPED OUT AGAIN!

THIS IS BONO'S BEDROOM.
I'M NOT SURE IF HE'S IN. BONO?

BANG! BLOOD DRIBBLES DOWN.

ALL THIS WINE NONSENSE!

NO, NO. I'VE GOT LOTS OF PLANS.