SEE? SHE'S NOT STOPPING ME.

I KEEP LOOSE WERTHER'S ORIGINALS IN THEM.

PUT IT THERE, LYNN.

BUT HE MUST ALSO SACK HER FROM HER JOB AS HIS
RECEPTIONIST. I DIDN'T MENTION THAT EARLIER,

WHO LOVES YA, BABY?

# THE CHANCES OF ANYTHING
COMING FROM MARS

- ALAN, YOU'RE MAKING A FOOL OF YOURSELF.
- WHO-OO...

AND SHOUT, "GET OUT OF THE AREA!"
AND WATCH THEM PANIC.

THE CARS MIGHT SKID ON IT.

DO YOU REMEMBER CATCHING ME
IN THAT DARKROOM SNOGGING THAT LAB ASSISTANT?

AND DROVE TO DUNDEE IN MY BARE FEET.

- I GOT FED UP GETTING MY FEET DIRTY.
- THEY LOOK LIKE ACTION MAN BODY BAGS!

- WHAT'S THAT?
- IT'S A TIP. I PANICKED. DO DECLARE IT.

SO WE MOVED OURSELVES INTO THE MARQUEE,
WHICH WAS LEAKING LIKE A SIEVE...

- THERE IS NO CHICKEN INSIDE.
- YOU DIDN'T BUY A DISPLAY MODEL?

IT'S NOT HARDCORE SUPER SEX.

HE'S GOT A CONDITION,
SO MAKE SURE HE RUBS IT IN HIS FEET

COME BACK!