Splunge!
…A host of golden worker ants!
He hasn’t got shit all over him.
… Well, there we are, another year has been too soon alas ended and I think none more than myself can be happier at this time than I … am.
That’s a bit lame, isn’t it…
What do you mean, ‘ergh’? I don’t like spam!
Wait till Biggus Dickus hears of this!
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Sorry, sorry. See what I mean, I just get carried away. I really must – sorry, sorry! Sorry, everyone.
Algie’s here, too.
This is the silliest sketch I’ve ever been in.
Shall we stop it?
(Pause) Yeah, all right.
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Are you at your wits’ end?
We were wondering if we could possibly borrow your head for a piece of animation.
I’ll put the lights on again for a pound.
Who’d have thought thirty year ago we’d all be sittin’ here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?
Leaping from tree to tree as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia . . . The giant redwood, the larch, the fir, the mighty Scots pine. The smell of fresh-cut timber! The crash of mighty trees! With my best girlie by my side …We’d sing … sing … sing.
Ah, excuse me, can somebody give me a push?
Gimme the ‘oop!
And now for something completely the same.