ALAN, WHEN IS YOUR BOOK BEING DESTROYED?

CAN YOU HOLD ON A MOMENT, SUE?
CHRIS FEATHERS LIKES ME.

- A TABLE FOR TWO, SIR?
- YES, PLEASE.

YOU HAVE BIG SHEDS, BUT NOBODY'S ALLOWED IN,

HANDS OFF YOUR COCKS
AND ON WITH YOUR SOCKS... OH.

YEAH, BUT HE'S FINISHED NOW.

6.15, "YOU ONLY LIVE TWICE".
TIN OF DIRECTOR'S.

EXTRAORDINARY.

YOU'VE GOT SIX POINTS.

BEN, MR PARTRIDGE WAS SAYING THAT HE COULDN'T
SEE "BANGKOK CHICK-BOYS" FROM HIS BATHROOM.

IN NORMAL HOUSE
YOU DON'T HAVE 4O TABLES THE SAME.

- OH?
- IT DIDN'T REALLY WORK FOR ME.

SUSAN IS BRAVER
THAN TEN FIREMEN OR A DOZEN POLICEMEN.

THAT'S NOT TOAST. THAT'S HOT, FLOPPY BREAD.

THEY'RE LITTLE ONES.

OH, I SEE. YOU MEAN IN HEAVEN WITH THE APOSTLES.

(GRUNTS)

AND I MIGHT PUT IT ON A JAR OF PASTA.