And I believe you’re working on an anagram version of Shakespeare?
Hello? Is that the North Malden Icelandic Society?
Enough of this gay banter. And now Mr Anchovy, you asked us to advise you which job in life you were best suited for.
I’ve had the excess nipples woppled to remove tamping.
Oh, oh, ‘courtesan’, oh aren’t we grand. Harlot’s not good enough for us eh? Paramour, concubine, fille de joie. That’s what we are not. Well listen to me my fine fellow, you are a bit of tail, that’s what you are.
- The Black Death, typhus, cholera, consumption, bubonic plague.
I was just wondering whether it would be possible for me to join… the women’s Army?
Where’s all the others, then?
I’d like to be in Programming Planning actually, but unfortunately I’ve got a degree.
Stop this, stop this. What a silly way to carry on.
Now you may think that this is very harsh behaviour but let me tell you that our management consultants actually queried the necessity for us to employ a pantomime horse at all.
What an eccentric performance.
But soon the killer sheep began to infect other animals with its startling intelligence. Pussy cats began to arrange mortgages, cocker spaniels began to design supermarkets…
But if he’s not dead, what’s he doing in a coffin?
You’re not furnished, you fascist.
This man is no ordinary man. This is Mr. F. G. Superman. To all appearances, he looks like any other law-abiding citizen.
Bicycle Repair Man! But… how?
I hope you’re enjoying the show.
Enough of this gay banter.
Yes, on your screen tomorrow: ‘The Naughtiest Girl in the School’ starring the men of the 14th Marine Commandos.