ROOM FOR A BRAVE ONE? BEEP-BEEP!

I'VE GOT ONE HERE.
THEY'RE AVAILABLE IN RECEPTION PRICED

AND SAY, "THAT IDIOT'S GOT A BABY "H".

(GASPING COUGH)

I HAD A LATE NIGHT. WE WENT FOR A CURRY
AND AS WE LEFT, THE HEAVENS OPENED

NO. THERE'S NO NEGOTIATION.

IN RECESSED LETTERING,
WHICH WOULD ALSO COLLECT CRUMBS.

TURNED OUT IT WAS JUST A KNOT IN MY VEST.

WHICH, IRONICALLY, IS LIKE A LARGE PETROL STATION.

AAH. DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.
I'LL POP THAT WITH THE OTHERS.

THEN I'D TYPE INTO THE ATTACK COMPUTER,
"MR CRAGG, CHEMISTRY TEACHER."

YOU'RE LIKE YOUR MOTHER IN HER LAST WEEKS.

- WE'LL BE OFF, THEN.
- GREAT.

AND GOOD MORNING TO YOU, MR ALAN PARTRIDGE, SIR.

BECAUSE SHE MUST SELL THIS HOUSE
BECAUSE IT WILL BE OFFICE BLOCK.

- WHAT'S THAT?
- A BUILD-UP OF FATTY DEPOSITS OVER THE BELT LINE.

SWANS! YOU FEED BEEFBURGERS TO SWANS.

THAT PROBABLY LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING
FROM "SAVING PRIVATE RYAN", BUT WITH ANIMALS.