NOT MY WORDS, CAROL,
THE WORDS OF "TOP GEAR" MAGAZINE.

TWO MILLION, AND ANOTHER TWO MILLION
HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTY.

NO, JILL WILL BE SLEEPING WITH ME TONIGHT.

TELL ME YOUR NAME.

HANG ON IN THERE. I'M SURE YOU'LL BOUNCE BACK.

ACTION!

JUST DOWN THE ROAD. OUR HOUSE.

BOTH BARRELS, BANG! YOU'D HIT THE WALL.

OK.

# WE ROLL AND FALL IN GREEN

LIKE DEPUTY DAWG WOULD HUMP YA.

- YOU ENJOYED THAT.
- (MACHINE-GUN NOISE)

- BUT A HAPPY ONE.
- GOOD.

CLIFF THORBURN IS NOT PRIMARILY A PRESENTER.

OR BITCH, MIGHT BE A LADY.

I KNOW. I HEARD HIM.

- YOU FELL SPECTACULARLY...
- ALL RIGHT.

- WHAT'S HIS NAME?
- GORDON.