I’ve been told Dinsdale Piranha nailed your head to the floor.
I got better.
What is your name, Jew?
There are some who call me…Tim?
Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Inspector Tiger.
Now the first thing to do when you’re being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to – release the tiger! The great advantage of the tiger in unarmed combat is that he eats not only the fruit-laden foe but also the redcurrants. Tigers however do not relish the peach. The peach assailant should be attacked with a crocodile.
Uhh… I think I’d better come clean with you about this. It’s, um – it’s not a virus, I’m afraid. You see, a virus is what we doctors call very, very small. So small, it could not possibly have made off with a whole leg. What we’re looking for here is, I think – and this is no more than an educated guess, I’d like to make that clear – is some multicellular life form with stripes, huge razor-sharp teeth, about eleven foot long, and of the genus Felis Horribilis.
“Moping,” yes, good, I’m going to have to remember that.
What, the curtains?
You bastards. (2:25)
Hello, good evening and welcome to another edition of Blood, Devastation, Death War and Horror, and later on we’ll be meeting a man who does gardening.
Croquet hoops look damn pretty this afternoon.
You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what’s coming to you! I’ll bite your legs off!
You have to admit, you do have a big nose.
No, no. It’s just that there are twenty-eight of them.
Dinsdale…?
I think I’ll just go for a walk.
It’s not particularly silly, is it? I mean, the right leg isn’t silly at all and the left leg merely does a forward aerial half turn every alternate step.