SONJA, LET'S GET SOME JUICE
WHILE THE MEN SET THE WORLD TO RIGHTS.

- AND THE HOUSE NAMES?
- YES. I'LL CALL IT "EXCALIBUR COTTAGE".

(SIGHS)

CHINESE.. YEAH, YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT.

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

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

I'M NOT OLD! I'M 43, YOU CHEEKY GIT!

SORRY. COUPLE OF GREMLINS
IN THE SYSTEM. GHOSTS IN THE MACHINE.

- UNLESS THERE'S ANYTHING ELSE YOU FANCY.
- EEEER!

(CHEERS)

- YOU FELT A BIT SICK.
- MMM.

YOU'VE COME ALL THE WAY OUT HERE
TO TELL ME ABOUT A WALNUT GEAR KNOB?

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

I MEAN ME, NOT THE HELICOPTER -
THOUGH SOME SICKO WOULD PROBABLY BUY THAT!

FRIGGIS! THAT'S IT! FRIGGIS!

SO, HOW MANY PEOPLE
WERE KILLED IN THE IRISH FAMINE?

WHAT YOU DO?

- OH, YES, EVERYTHING'S FINE.
- GOOD. SO WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?