ANYWAY, I GOT THE HAMILTON'S JOB.

GOD, NO!

YOU CAN'T BOOK ME AND ASK ME TO PULL OUT
WHEN CLIFF THORBURN BECOMES AVAILABLE AGAIN.

- SHE'S SHACKED UP WITH MY BROTHER.
- OH, RIGHT.

- WHAT'S THIS LITTLE SINK, HERE?
- THAT'S A RINSER.

WHICH MEANS IT WON'T PERISH.

AND THE PROBLEM IS, I'VE GOT SOME
RUDE DAUBINGS ON THE SIDE OF MY CAR.

- SMELL THE CHEESE.
- NO, I DON'T WANT TO.

WELL...I'LL STOP, THEN.

- THERE YOU GO, TWO CHOCOLATE MOUSSES.
- THANK YOU.

THANKS FOR DROPPING ME RIGHT IN IT!

I WANT TO SHOW YOU AN EXAMPLE
OF THE KIND OF SELL-THROUGH VIDEO THAT I MAKE.

DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I THINK?

LYNN! LYNN!

ALL I NEED NOW IS A SHOTGUN.

- DO YOU WANT THAT KIT KAT?
- NO.

- THANK GOD FOR THAT.
- AYE AYE.

LET'S ALL SING IT.
# TELL YOU WHAT, TELL YOU WHAT