BUT FINE, I'LL SACK HER.

- SO...SHALL WE START, ALAN?
- YES.

THE '70S. SPACEHOPPERS AND ER...
SWEETS THEY DON'T MAKE ANY MORE.

I'M HAVING A POP AT THE UNDEAD.

- WHEN WILL THEY LEARN?
- THAT, MICHAEL, IS SAD.

(COW MOOING)

WELL DONE, LYNN. THAT WAS TEXTBOOK.

IS THERE A NUMBER?

AND THEY'RE LOOKING DOWN
ON ALL THE OTHER LITTLE CHICKENS

- I DON'T THINK ANECDOTES ARE YOUR FORTE.
- THAT'S FAIR ENOUGH.

SHALL WE MAKE TRACKS?

LIKE TO STICK TO YOUR OWN?

I HAVE MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEMS.

# I LOVED YOU TOO #

BUT TWO YEARS AGO, I WAS A MESS.
I'D PUT ON WEIGHT. I HAD BREASTS.

WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING FOR THREE MINUTES?

YOU COULD SIT ON HIS FACE.

AND STEAL THEIR EGGS.