THEY'RE QUITE NICE, I SUPPOSE, YEAH.

OH, MY GOD! TONY HAYERS IS DEAD.

MR T OSSER. THAT DOESN'T EVEN WORK.

- IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU KNOW ME.
- OK.

THEIR WORTH IS WORTH...

YOU'VE GOT A LOT TO LEARN.

I COULDN'T SEE IT BECAUSE I WAS IN THE BATHROOM.

AND A COPY OF THE "DAILY EXPRESS".
OOH...IT'S A GOOD PAPER.

SHOWED A LACK OF UNDERSTANDING OF AGRICULTURAL
METHODS, AND SERVED TO HIGHLIGHT THE STUPIDITY

YEAH. I GOT MY HEAD DOWN ALL RIGHT.

JUST POP YOUR ELBOW ON THERE...

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

.."I'M ALAN PARTRIDGE".

SORRY ABOUT THAT. YOU MUST BE SICK OF THAT.

- WHY ARE YOU WEARING THAT SNAZZY CARDIGAN?
- I JUST THREW IT ON.

BECAUSE OF ALL THE CHEMICALS
YOU PUT IN THEIR CHIPS.

WHY?

YEP, FAIR POINT.