YOU ARE NOT THE CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER!
IF YOU WERE, THE COUNTY WOULD GO TO POT!

RIGHT.

YOU'RE HANGING AROUND WITH A MAN
WHO USES A COLLECTIVE TERM FOR A SINGLE VEHICLE.

BUT I AM UP AGAINST IT WITH THIS BONDATHON,
SO IF YOU COULD LIMIT YOUR MOURNING...

THEY'VE GOT HOOVES, FOR GOODNESS' SAKE.
FOUR OF THEM.

"WELCOME TO "AMERICA'S STRONGEST MAN'
WHERE THE TOUGHEST, MIGHTIEST TITANS.."

EIGHT AND A HALF THOUSAND?

IT'S A BIT LIKE DOING MY RADIO SHOW THIS, ISN'T IT?
YOU'RE LISTENING TO "UP WITH THE PARTRIDGE". BYE!

NEEDLESS TO SAY, I HAD THE LAST LAUGH.
NOW FUCK OFF!

(KNOCKING)
COME IN.

AND IF YOU WERE,
YOU'D BE A LOVELY JERSEY, RIPE FOR MILKING.

- AND A SIDE CLUMP OF CRESS.
- RIGHT. AND YOU WANT THAT NOW?

WHICH, IRONICALLY, IS LIKE A LARGE PETROL STATION.

ONE DAY I ARRANGED THEM ALL ON THE FLOOR

IT WOULD BE BEERGH! BOOSH! BOOSH!

HELLO?

SOD 'EM!

- SORRY, SPLIDDING?
- YES. SPLIDDING, YOU KNOW.