EXCELLENT. AND THE BAD NEWS?

I DON'T WANT IT TO GET TOO BIG.
IT'S YOUR PEC MUSCLES YOU START OFF WITH.

IT'S FAIRLY WELL CONCEALED IN CASUAL CLOTHING,
BUT YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE ME IN MY UNDERPANTS.

PURR-OPPING UP THE BAR IN HIS FICTIONAL "NIGHTCLUB".

LYNN! I KNOW WHAT REALLY HAPPENED.

- URRRGH!
- AAGH!

YOU'VE GONE AGAIN! GOODNIGHT.

BASICALLY, TERRESTRIAL TV IS A DEAD DUCK,
AND WHO WATCHES A DEAD DUCK?

IT'S IN THE SCHEDULE.
VISIT TO YOUR MOTHER'S GRAVE, THEN "DOCTOR NO".

CRASH!

WELL, YOU KNOW, "WHEN DE BOOT COOMS IN".

BETRAY ME AND THEN KISS ME.

YOU COULD TRY "WATCHDOG",
BUT I THINK THEY'VE GOT BIGGER FISH TO FRY.

- CROSSED WIRES.
- SHALL WE GO TO APACHE?

ACTUALLY, BEING YOUR AGE AND EVERYTHING,
THERE'S PROBABLY NO NEED FOR THEM.

THERE'S DID-HEAD

I'M MICHAEL AN' ALL.

WHICH I HAPPEN TO THINK IS VERY GOOD. I MEAN,
IT'S NOT FIVE-STAR, BUT IT'S CERTAINLY COMPETITIVE.