- HOW'S IT GOING, MR PARTRIDGE?
- YEAH, COOL.

I ADMIT THAT WAS A MISTAKE.
I SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID "BAP".

SPICE WORLD!

THANKS, SUE. YOU CAN PUFF AWAY NOW.

NIGHT-NIGHT, MR PARTRIDGE, AND YOUR GOOD LADY.

DON'T WORRY.
IT'S JUST A CUSHION THAT SIMULATES RECTAL GAS.

BASICALLY TO ENABLE YOU
TO LEAN FORWARD FOR THINGS,

I TELL THEM MY BOYFRIEND IS GOOD FRIEND WITH BONO.

I'LL JUST GO ON UP TO THE CLUB
AND MEET THAT VIDEO WOMAN.

IT'D TAKE SOME DOING, BUT I CAN'T SEE IT.

THEY'RE PESTS, AREN'T THEY?
YEAH. THEY CARY TB.

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

NO. NO, IT'S DIFFERENT
IT'S CALLED A ROVER METRO NOW.

I'M GOING TO GET A SPOT OF BREAKFAST.

SERIOUSLY THOUGH, DO GIVE ME A CALL.

I DON'T WANT ALIENS TO SEE THIS FROM SPACE.
IT WILL BE EMBARRASSING.

(GEORDIE ACCENT)
AYE-AYE, MR PARTRIDGE, MORNING.

IT'S JUST, YOU KNOW, MEN WHO WANT
SOMEONE TO TALK TO. THEY'RE JUST LONELY.