THAT WAS THE BEST FULL ENGLISH BREAKFAST
I'VE HAD SINCE GAY WILMOT'S WEDDING.

YES. THAT'S FOR HYGIENE REASONS.
IT LETS THE BUTTOCKS BREATHE.

KILL! KILL! STAB! TWIST! KILL!

CHRIS?

SOPHIE, IF I'M STILL HERE IN SEVEN MONTHS,

HELLO?

- I'LL SHOOT YOU.
- I'VE GOT A BULLETPROOF BLAZER.

- AND LEAVE IT ON THE SPIKE?
- PULL IT OFF THE SPIKE.

I'M A ZOMBIE! I'M DRESSED AS A ZOMBIE!

SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE GOING OUT,

THANK YOU, ALAN.

(HUGH) YEAH, BUT HE'S NOT UNDER A COW!

ROOM FOR A BRAVE ONE? BEEP-BEEP!

WHERE ARE YOU GOING NOW?

- YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT WATERSPORTS ARE?
- I BELIEVE WE'VE ESTABLISHED THAT.

# HIT ME! HIT ME! HIT ME WITH YOUR RHYTHM STICK
IT'S NICE TO BE A LUNATIC

- THE OLD TEAM, EH?
- ABSOLUTELY. YEAH.

HE WANTS TO BE BURIED IN A LARGE SATIN-LINED
COFFIN WITH A COUPLE OF PAGE THREE STUNNERS.