WELL... TO BE HONEST, I'M CHUFFED LIKE MAD.
SHE WEREN'T EXPECTING THAT!

FRANKENSTEIN IS A ZOMBIE, RIGHT.
HE'S A TYPE OF ZOMBIE.

YES, YOU DID. I CAN READ YOU LIKE A BOOK.
AND NOT A VERY GOOD BOOK.

(PHONE)

THIS HAS THE APPEARANCE OF A BULLET-PROOF VEST,

- SPLENDID AND TREMENDOUS.
- IT'S A GIRLS-ONLY NIGHT TONIGHT.

I'D BASICALLY LIKE TO UNDERSTAND
MAN'S INHUMANITY TO MAN,

- IT'S A FRIGHTENING THOUGHT.
- AYE.

IF YOU DO K, Y AND Z, BOB'S YOUR UNCLE.

(VERY FAST DRUMBEAT)

- HAVE YOU BEEN SPYING ON US?
- NO.

BETWEEN YOU AND ME,

ROLLED ON THE THIGHS OF A VIRGIN.

(KNOCKING)
COME IN.

EMBARRASSING. IDIOT.

- ALL RIGHT, ALAN...
- HIS COFFIN LID OPENS WITH A CREAK.

TO MAKE ROOM FOR BOOKS ON COCKNEY KILLERS.

BUT I TELL TO HIM, "PLEASE, IT DOESN'T MIND.
WHAT'S INSIDE MATTERS."