I FELT LIKE A RUDDY IDIOT.

JILL, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
FOR GOD'S SAKE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

NO.

- IT'S MY WEAKNESS, I'M AFRAID. I'VE GOT A CELLAR.
- SO HAVE I.

- LYNN!
- YES.

ABOVE ROOM TEMPERATURE, IT ALL CONGEALED
INTO ONE BIG DARK CHOCOLATE CRICKET BALL.

REALLY BIG BOUNCE RIGHT OVER
AND I LAND ON MY FEET.

(GARGLING NOISE)

I BET A LOT OF THESE GO MISSING
AND END UP AS WORK SURFACES IN LUXURY KITCHENS.

I'M GOING TO GET A GINSTER'S FROM THE FRIDGE.
PUT IT ON THE SLATE.

- WHO INVENTED THE SKIP?
- YOU TALK LIKE A MAN WHO HAS NO KNOWLEDGE..

DAN! DAN!

I WAS GOING TO GIVE OUT SOME AWARDS,
BUT THAT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.

THE POLICE DON'T ARREST THEM
BECAUSE THEY ONLY SLAUGHTER THEIR OWN.

(GEORDIE ACCENT)
AYE-AYE, MR PARTRIDGE, MORNING.

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

YEP, I'VE BEEN PUBIC FOR THIRTY-ONE YEARS.

NOT MY FACE! I'M DOING A PHOTO-SHOOT
FOR VISION EXPRESS!