You don’t believe I’m a policeman, do you?
Is there someone else up there we could talk to?
It’s always Christmas in Heaven.
In the hard and unrelenting world of nature the ceaseless struggle for survival continues.
They’re a couple of little bastards. I hate 'em. They’ve got eyes like little pigs, just like their mother.
I’m raising polecats for peace.
Well they’re under starter’s orders for this very valuable Queen Victoria Handicap. And they’re off, and Queen Victoria got a clean jump off, followed by Queen Victoria, Queen Victoria and Queen Victoria.
Well it must have been somebody else.
Ah, elevenses.
But soon this quiet pattern of life was to change irrevocably. The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same again, for into this quiet little community came… Mr. Neutron!
I’m sorry I’m late m’lud I couldn’t find a kosher car park. Er… don’t bother to recap m’lud, I’ll pick it up as we go along. Call Mrs Fiona Lewis.
The plumage don’t enter into it.
It’s people like you what cause unrest.
Come and see the violence inherent in the system!
Who’s that?!?
We are a gloomy people. It’s so crikey cold and dark up there, and only fish to eat.
Yes, yes, I see. And a pot of yogurt, please.
I have a vewy gweat fwiend in Wome named Biggus Dickus.
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Well I see my role in it as, er, how can I put it best - the nude man - as sort of symbolizing the two separate strands of existence, the essential nudity of man…