BOTH CRY OUT
HAND HIM OVER. 'KAY?
TWO, THREE, FOUR... FIVE?
IF YOU GO TO A PUPPET SHOW,
YOU CAN SEE THE WIRES,
AREN'T YOU AN EXPERT
IN THE ARCANE AND BLACK ARTS?
BAIRNS LOOKING ON,
CHEWING ON POTATO CAKES.
CRY, CRY, CRY...
GET OUT OF THE OFFICE! THANK YOU.
DOORS HARD TO SHUT BECAUSE THEY WERE
ABSTRACT AND DIDN'T HAVE HANDLES.
IT'S BETTER TO BUY FROM
A REPUTABLE HIGH-STREET RETAILER.
- HOW ARE YOU FEELING IN HERE, SANCH?
- I'M BEARING UP. YOU KNOW ME, DAG.
PORRIDGE.
- YOU AND I ARE HOMO SAPIENS?
- CORRECT.
THAT IT WOULD LOOK RIDICULOUS
AND OLD-FASHIONED AND QUITE NAFF.
NOW IT'S EVOLVED, BECOME LESS AGGRESSIVE.
LOOK, THE MIST IS RETREATING.
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO SCOTLAND, DAG?
DON'T BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU HEAR.
I'D SEEN THEM IN STATIONS BEFORE,
BEING LOUD, BUT NOW I WAS SURROUNDED.
AND I SINCERELY HOPE YOU ARE DISTURBED.
AND SUDDENLY I HEARD A VOICE -
"COME HERE. "
I'D LIKE THAT. I COULD USE A DRINK.
'KAY.
JUST LEAVE!