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

- DO YOU WANT A PICKLED ONION?
- NO. I HATE THEM.

- NO. YOU PULL YOUR FOOT OFF.
- MINE'S NOT ON THE SPIKE!

OTHERWISE PEOPLE START TAKING LIBERTIES.
BEFORE YOU KNOW IT, YOU'RE MOWING THEIR LAWN.

HELLO, SUE. IT'S ALAN.

HELPING EVERYONE RELAX IN "ALAN'S DEEP BATH".

BECAUSE A SPINAL COLUMN WOULD FIT IN A BAGUETTE.

THAT'S YOU AS WELL.
SHOOT ME NOW WITH A MASSIVE GUN!

PERFECTLY UNDERSTANDABLE.
I HEAR YOUR BOOK'S BEING PULPED.

- HAVE YOU BEEN PREPARING FOR A LONG TIME?
- YES.

SACK LYNN FOR BEING UNLOYAL, DISLOYAL,

- ALAN, I CAN'T SEE YOU.
- NO PROBLEM. I'LL JUST HOP UP HERE.

MR NICK HERS, Y FRONTS...

THEY'RE CREMATING HIM? GOOD, GOOD.

THE OTHER BLOKE SEEMS TO HAVE DISAPPEARED.

MY BOOK COULD END UP BEING RECONSTITUTED
AS A TABLE IN A HOME FOR BATTERED WOMEN.

CRASH!

HOW'S THE GROUTING COMING ALONG?