BETRAY ME AND THEN KISS ME.

RIGHT, THEN.

SO PERHAPS WE COULD GO AND CHAT
ABOUT ALL MY OTHER IDEAS IN MY ROOM.

- IS IT?
- YEAH.

PETER? HE'S JUST REVAMPED
NEWS AND CURRENT AFFAIRS.

- BUT YOU HAVE.
- I KNOW!

LEAN BACK.

- YES. GOODNIGHT.
- GOODNIGHT, ALAN,

BUT I TELL TO HIM, "PLEASE, IT DOESN'T MIND.
WHAT'S INSIDE MATTERS."

I'M VERY GRATEFUL YOU'VE COME OVER.

YOUR PETROL'S A BIT OBVIOUS... IT'S A BIT PETROLLY.

- JAB IT INTO SOMEBODY'S EYE, LIKE THAT.
- THAT'S NOT A GADGET, MICHAEL.

IT DOES LOOK TO ME LIKE TORCHES
ATTACHED TO A BICYCLE WHEEL...

(SINGS ALONG BADLY)
# EX MARIA VIRGINAE, GAUDETE... #

(IRISH ACCENT)..WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA?

YEAH. I HATE MERCS.
PEOPLE WHO DRIVE THEM ARE JUST SA-A-AD.

WHO'S WITH YOU TILL 4 A.M. WITH HIS "NIGHTCLUB".

IT'S NOT
BECAUSE WE HAVEN'T DECIDED ON THE TILES YET.