BY THE QUICK FEET
OF BLOUSE-WEARING TYCOON MICHAEL FLATLEY.

- I'LL HAVE TO GET IT.
- HELLO?

YOU SERVE SIMPLY TO ALARM THE PUBLIC
AND TO INFLAME THE FARMERS.

OH, MY GOD!

I DON'T WANT SALVATION.
I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO SAY...

WOULD YOU SAY, BEARING IN MIND THAT HE'S
DEPRESSED AND HAS GOT RESPIRATORY PROBLEMS,

YOU FILL IN THE POND WITH CONCRETE,
PLOUGH THE FAMILY INTO THE FIELD,

(FANFARE)

THAT'S BRILLIANT.

- WHEN DID YOU GET THIS CALL?
- THREE MINUTES AGO.

- IT'S HILFIGER.
- IT SAYS HILFINGER ON THE BOTTLE.

- SPEAK QUICKLY. SHE CAN'T UNDERSTAND IT.
- WHAT CAN WE DO?

YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO SACK EVERYONE
AND CLOSE THE OFFICE DOWN

START THE ENGINE.

(SOFT SINGING)
# I LOVED YOU, BUT YOU LEFT ME #

THAT'S THE SMALL TALK OVER WITH.
LET'S GO ON TO THE THORNY ISSUE OF THE FEE.

HELLO, COMMUTERS WITH YOUR COMPUTERS.

SPRING IN YOUR STEP'S THE LAST THING YOU NEED
ON A CLIFF. IT'S A SUICIDE HOT SPOT.