I TOLD HER I DISAPPROVE OF WORKPLACE RELATIONSHIPS,
BUT SHIT HAPPENS.

LEVEL WITH ME, PIET. HAVE I GOT THIS JOB?

- JOHN.
- ALL RIGHT, JOHN, ME OLD MUCKER?

YOU IGNORANT SHIT!

- I JUST WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND.
- I'LL BE YOUR FRIEND.

- I'M JOKING.
- GREAT!

I HEARD YOUR PHONE-IN, AND I LIKED YOUR CHAT WITH
THE GUY FROM SWAFFHAM. HE WAS A WACKY FELLA!

# THE MAN WITH THE MIDAS TOUCH

- I WANT YOU TO MOVE IN.
- REALLY?

I'M TAKING THIS TABLE BACK. IT'S BLOODY USELESS.

IT TAPERS. IT LOOKS LIKE A MOUSE'S HEAD.

(ROCK MUSIC)

HELLO.

YOU'RE NOT PUSHING THEM HARD ENOUGH.
PRETEND I'M A CUSTOMER.

LOVELY PICTURES UP THERE OF LADS WITH BIG HAIR.

DON'T WORRY.
IT'S JUST A CUSHION THAT SIMULATES RECTAL GAS.

UNLESS I'M REPRIMANDING THEM,

I THINK EVERY PROFESSION HAS ITS SHITS.