ALAN, I'VE TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TIMES,
NO ONE WANTS TO KILL YOU.

- WHY DID YOU THINK IT SAID THE REST?
- I MUST HAVE DREAMT IT.

WE BOTH LIKE THE "DAILY MAIL", WE BOTH DRIVE LEXI.

OH, I SEE...

(80'S STYLE SYNTHESISER MUSIC)

JILL. LOVELY JILL.
SHE'S MY FAVOURITE...

I'M GOING TO GET A SPOT OF BREAKFAST.

HE'D NEVER GET TO THE PODIUM
WITH THOSE LONG SHOES ON.

IF THERE'S ANYTHING I CAN DO, JUST ASK.

- IN OFF THE RED!
- HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?

UTTER, UTTER NUTTERS.

I'LL DO MY STINT. I'D WANT EXPENSES, THOUGH.

- YOU WERE ON THE TOILET.
- WAS I ON THAT LONG?

AAH. STILL THINKING ABOUT THE LITTLE HELICOPTERS.

LIKE A HUGE LORRY SLIDING ALONG
ON ITS BACK FOR AGES. I'M BABBLING.

YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THAT DEAD AIR IS A CRIME.

AND PRESS ON YOUR CHEST
WHAT YOU'RE TYING TO SAY.

FINISHED WITH THE "DAILY MAIL"? CHEERS.