IS THAT IT?

IT SMELLS A BIT LIKE GAS.

LIKE LITTLE WAX TEARS
DRIPPING FROM YOUR EARS BECAUSE THEY'RE SAD.

SO YOU DON'T THINK I CAN TELL ANECDOTES?

- COME IN! THE DOOR'S OPEN.
- JUST ME.

DO YOU WANT ME TO SETTLE THIS BILL?

UM... I LOVE YOUR POP MUSIC.

OK. LET'S RECAP. DRAW THE GUN FROM THE HOLSTER,

UM...SORRY. HAVE YOU GOT ANY REQUESTS,
ANYONE YOU WANT TO SAY HELLO TO, OR...?

NO... I'M VEY HOT.

MAYBE IF IT WAS VIBRATING PHONE,
IT WOULD BE QUITE PLEASANT!

OH, THERE YOU ARE. SO WHAT DO YOU THINK?

- I'VE REALLY GOT TO GO, ALAN.
- I'LL DO IT NOW.

THEY'RE PULPING THE UNSOLD 14,OOO COPIES
OF MY BOOK NEXT THURSDAY

AT LEAST THEY'RE CASH IN HAND.

INSTEAD I'VE GOT A GIANT MICHAEL BOLTON LOOKALIKE
THROWING AN OVEN OVER HAY BALES!

SUSAN, CAN YOU MAKE
PORNOGRAPHY COME ON MY TELLY, PLEASE?

I COULDN'T STAY THERE AFTER THAT.