FROM A POCKET-SIZED BOX
WOULD HAVE BEEN KILLED AS A WITCH.

FUCK OFF!

OH... NO, NO.

IT MAY BE CHOCOLATE TO YOU, JILL,
BUT TO AN UNWITTING MEMBER OF STAFF

IT'S THE BANK HOLIDAY WEEKEND.
A TERRIBLE TIME FOR THE LONELY.

- "CRASH, BANG, WALLOP! WHAT A VIDEO"?
- WE'VE SOLD THREE. MORE THAN YOUR BOOK.

..ABOUT 3OO.

BANG & OLUFSEN?
WOW, THAT'S SERIOUS, MAN. WHOSE IS IT?

- A LITTLE HUG?
- A QUICK ONE.

I'M STILL DRINKING IT.

AH, BONJOUR, MONSIEUR PARTRIDGE.
COMMENT ALLEZ-VOUS, MONSIEUR?

LET'S MAKE IT MORE FROTHY
WITH A SQUIRT OF LIGHT LEMON LIQUID.

- WAS THAT A SNUB-NOSED UZI?
- YES, I THINK IT WAS.

BUT I DIDN'T KILL HIM, THAT WAS THE TRAGEDY,
I HAD TO GO BACK AND FINISH HIM OFF WITH A JACK.

- I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE MARRIED.
- AYE.

- MAKE THE PLACE YOUR OWN.
- I CAN'T BELIEVE!

CAUSING A LITTLE CONCERN
FOR THESE LOCAL FARMERS I CHATTED TO,

THIS COULD LOOK LIKE SOME SORT OF DIRTY PROTEST
AGAINST THE STANDARD OF SERVICE IN THE HOTEL,