PURR-OPPING UP THE BAR IN HIS FICTIONAL "NIGHTCLUB".

I'LL COME BACK AGED 25,
BUILT LIKE A BRICK SHIT-HOUSE.

YES, I AM. FOR TREASON AND MURDER.

- WAIT. WILL YOU STAY AND WATCH A BOND FILM?
- I CAN'T. I'VE GOT TOO MUCH TO DO.

- THERE, THAT'S DISCONNECTED.
- GOOD.

- HAVE YOU MET JANE?
- YEAH. I'VE DONE HER.

NO, BUT THERE IS A BIT
OF SUPERFICIAL DAMAGE TO THE BOX.

- SUSAN, COULD I TAKE FIVE MINUTES?
- YES, OF COURSE.

I'LL TELL YOU WHAT - YOU FARMERS,
YOU DON'T LIKE OUTSIDERS, DO YOU?

CAN OF FANTA?

THAT IS FANTASTIC, YOU KNOW. GREAT.

- ALL DONE.
- IT'S BEEN WELL RECEIVED.

I'VE HAD SOME PRETTY LATE NIGHT
SESSIONS MYSELF. YEAH.

- I DO LIKE MILK CHOCOLATE.
- I COULD EXCHANGE IT.

IS THERE A NEIGHBOURHOOD...
SORRY, I'M VERY CLOSE TO YOU.

NO. I WAS JUST TALKING TO A WIDOW.

CONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN.

NO, ACTUALLY. IT WAS LIKE THIS.