I'M SORRY, I SEEM TO HAVE WANDERED
INTO SOME 1970S RAY COONEY FARCE.

- VERY AWKWARD.
- YUP.

SECRETARY OF STATE - WITH RESPECT -

AND IT STARES OUT OF YOUR EYES
AND TELLS YOU WHAT TO DO.

THE NEW WORLD ORDER IS THIS.

THAT'S ALL STILL ABOUT TO FUCKING
HAPPEN TO YOU - RIGHT?

THAT WAY WE CAN GET OUR SIDE OF THE STORY ACROSS
AND PISS ALL OVER SIMON HEWITT'S CORNFLAKES,

I'M CALLING YOU IN FROM YOUR LOVENEST
BY THE ORDERS OF POL POTTYMOUTH.

THE WOUND IN HIS PAW'S GONE SEPTIC.
OH, PLEASE, PETER, MOVE ON.

WELL, AT LEAST I GOT
"I CALL APP BRITAIN," RIGHT.

COS WITH ALL THIS SHIT IN THE PAPER
ABOUT WHETHER I'M GOING OR NOT...

UM... WELL, I THINK
THEY ARE GOING TO BE.

THAT'S FUCKING FALLING TO BITS.

SOME OF THESE PEOPLE WANT
A FEDERAL BRITAIN, OTHERS DON'T,

- CUPPA SOUP?
- NOT FOR ME, NO.

OKAY. WELL, LOOK, WHY DON'T WE SAY
THURSDAY LUNCHTIME. OKAY?

DON'T WORRY. I'VE DONE SOME OF MY BEST
SHAGGING TO CAESAR THE GEEZER.

YOU KNOW WHEN SOMETHING,
WELL, SOMETHING BAD,

GLENN, WHO'S ON THE LIST?

- YOU THINK?
- YES.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT? I HATE YOU BOTH.
TWEEDLETWAT AND TWEEDLEPRICK.

"DEAR RICHARD,
I DON'T SEE THE POINT OF PIERCINGS.

SHOULDN'T YOU NOT BE HERE?

I WANT YOU TO STAY SMILING LOOKING
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