# JET... #

A-A-A-A-A...L. LISTEN...

- UNLESS THERE'S ANYTHING ELSE YOU FANCY.
- EEEER!

- YOUR ROOM?
- MY ROOM. IN MY HOUSE.

NOW, ALAN. ARE YOU READY FOR THE INLAND REVENUE?
HAVE YOU GOT ALL YOUR RECEIPTS?

I'M SORRY. WE'VE ONLY GOT ONE MUG.

- CAN I SHAKE YOUR HAND AGAIN?
- TAKE A CARD.

OH, I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF.
WHERE'S MY SHOTGUN? CLICK, CLICK.

I LENT IT TO THAT BLOKE AT THE PETROL STATION.

DO YOU WANT SOME MORE GLITTER?

BILL ODDIE GAVE ME A DRESSING GOWN
AS A CHRISTMAS PRESENT.

I'VE GOT TO POP UP TO CHORISTERS
AND GET THE PA.

JUST GO AND SAY, "NO, I DON'T PAY. TAX IS RUBBISH."

WELL DONE, LYNN. THAT WAS TEXTBOOK.

PRESENTED BY THAT MAN

- HELLO, ALAN.
- LYNN, HAND ME AN APPLE PIE.

DID HE EVER TURN ALL THE LIGHTS OFF IN THE HOUSE
AND RUN TOWARDS YOU WITH A TORCH

NICE ARRAY OF PASTIES YOU'VE GOT TODAY.