IT'S 4.50 AM.

YEP, I'VE BEEN PUBIC FOR THIRTY-ONE YEARS.

THE INSOMNIAC'S BOYFRIEND, DAVID CLIFTON.

# TAKE A PINCH OF WHITE MAN
WRAP HIM UP IN BLACK SKIN... #

NO. I ONLY WATCHED IT FOR FIVE MINUTES.
THE REMOTE CONTROL WAS CONFUSING.

IT'S TRAGIC TO THINK, ACTUALLY, THAT GIRLS -

IT SHOULD CONTAIN A TORCH
A CURLY WURLY, A BOOK OF STAMPS,

- I HAVE QUESTION FOR BUILDER.
- LET'S GO NOW. GRAB HER, LYNN.

IDEA FOR A PROGRAMME CALLED "FREE SPIRITS".

YOU DON'T THINK MY ROOM
SCARED THEM, DO YOU?

LOOK, A LEXUS. IT'S A BETTER ONE THAN YOURS.

WELL, YOU KNOW, YOU'RE A MAN, I'M A WOMAN.

# JET

HELLO. DANTE FIRES? THROUGH THERE.
OOOH...YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE A GOOD TIME.

I'VE GOT A CLEAN LICENCE.

I'VE GOT CHEESE! THIS IS CHEESE!

- THEY SHOULD HAVE PUT "M" ON YOUR FOREHEAD.
- WHY?

(GARGLING NOISE)