SORRY. DRY SKIN. I'M FLAKING AGAIN.

OH, I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF.
WHERE'S MY SHOTGUN? CLICK, CLICK.

I'D LIKE YOU TO LAY THEM. CHICKEN!

EARLIER ON I PUT IN
A POUND OF MASHED-UP DUNDEE CAKE,

SONJA, BEEFEATERS DO NOT LIVE IN CARAVANS!

BUT FINE, I'LL SACK HER.

ABOUT A HUMOROUS COMMENT I MADE.

- I TOLD HER THAT.
- YOU NEED TO TAKE HER TO A HOSPITAL, ALAN.

SONJA, THIS IS NO LAUGHING MATTER.

HELLO. THE GENTLEMEN
FROM THE CORPORATE VIDEO ARE ON THEIR WAY.

THAT'S JUST WEIRD.

IT'S HIS THORAX. HE'LL BE FINE.

IDEA FOR A PROGRAMME CALLED "FREE SPIRITS".

AND HE'D SEE US, BUT I'D DUCK BEHIND THE TREES

- JUST A COUPLE OF JOKES?
- NO, ALAN.

I GOT A RED MIST AND I GRABBED
THE MONKEY AND HURLED IT IN THE SEA.

THAT'LL PROBABLY BE A LOT OF TROUBLE, WON'T IT?

AND COULD YOU TOP IT UP WITH SOME GORDON'S GIN?