AND INSIDE THESE SHEDS
ARE TWENTY-FOOT-HIGH CHICKENS

IT'S TRAGIC TO THINK, ACTUALLY, THAT GIRLS -

- I GOT THE PRINGLES, AND THAT'S FOR YOU.
- THANKS.

- NO, I HAVEN'T GOT ANY VOCAL CHORDS.
- YOU SOUND LIKE THE GIRL IN "THE EXORCIST".

I'LL GIVE YOU A CHINESE BURN!

ONE, PRESUMABLY YOU THINK I'M A BIT ODD
AND YOU'D LIKE TO LEAVE NOW.

UNLESS SHE WENT IN THE NIGHT
AND IS YET TO BE DISCOVERED BY THE MAID.

- MY SISTER'S GOT THIS BED LINEN.
- DOES SHE LIVE IN A TRAVEL TAVERN?

ESPECIALLY IF IT HAD ONE OF THOSE CIGARETTE
CARDS IN THE SPOKES, SO IT WENT "FFFFF".

OK. BYE. BYE.

- SHE'S SHACKED UP WITH MY BROTHER.
- OH, RIGHT.

OUT POPS THE VAMPIRE...
COUNT DAVULA OF CLIFTONVANIA.

LIKE LITTLE WAX TEARS
DRIPPING FROM YOUR EARS BECAUSE THEY'RE SAD.

WHERE'S LYNN? SHE'S NEVER LATE.

PHWOAR! LOOK AT THE LEGS ON THAT.

A BIT LIKE LADY-BOYS.

FROM THE LITTLE-BITTY CHEF.

HA-HA. YOU DAFT RACIST!