(MUSIC: "GET OUT OF YOUR LAZY BED")

- THERE WE GO.
- THANKS VERY MUCH.

MY HEAD WAS IN CONTACT WITH THE HEADREST.

THERE. HELP YOURSELF TO A SCONE.
YOU'RE PROBABLY SICK OF CANTEEN FOOD ON TOUR.

NO! GO ON, TRY AND FINISH THE SENTENCE
AND SEE WHAT I DO.

WE MANAGED TO RECTIFY IT, BECAUSE
IT NOW SAYS "COOK" WHERE IT ONCE SAID "COCK",

TOOTHLESS SIMPLETONS...

- HAVE YOU KEPT IT BELOW ROOM TEMPERATURE?
- I DON'T THINK SO.

CALM DOWN, LYNN!
YOU'RE SUFFERING FROM MINOR WOMEN'S WHIPLASH.

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

I'M HAVING A POP AT THE UNDEAD.

WHICH IS CLIMAXING AT MIDNIGHT WITH MADNESS.

CARR. BILL CARR.

A DAY UPON WHICH MR AL CAPONE

GET IN, LYNN.

COULD BE BRIAN MAY.

I'VE GOT SOME STUFF FOR YOUR BEDROOM.
HAVE YOU DECIDED WHICH ROOM IT'S GOING TO BE?

ALL THIS WINE NONSENSE!