I CAN'T FEEL MY THIGHS.
NO! NO, NO, NO, NO.
ARE YOU IN PAIN?
THAT'S WHY YOU GOT US PISSED
AND MADE US PLAY YOUR STUPID GAME,
- IT'S A THING.
- IS IT?
HMM? OH. SORRY.
(SNORING)
HE TREATS ME LIKE A CHILD. I CAN'T COPE.
(SIREN WAILING)
- I CAN GO OUT IF I WANT!
- LOOK HERE!
FORGET YOUR SUMMER BUNNY.
- AT LEAST SHE'S DOING SOMETHING.
- OI, THOR, GET ON WITH IT.
I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE FARE
FOR A TAXI BACK.
URRRRRR."
- (BEEPING)
- SORRY, I HAVE TO GO.
HA! YOU'RE TOAST. T-O-E-A-R-S-T.
TOEARST.
MY FAMILY WILL STICK BY ME.
AND THERE WAS THIS BEE,
AND HE PUT HIS ARM THROUGH THE GLASS
OK? AND NOW IMAGINE
YOU SEE THAT BOYFRIEND...
"NEVER MIND. I'M SURE BRIDGET
WILL TURN OUT TO BE VERY HANDY INDEED."
- (GRINDING)
- I'LL SORT THEM OUT LATER.
NOW, CAN YOU DESCRIBE HIM, PLEASE?
ONE OF THE MANY SHE'LL HAVE,
STILL BEING ALIVE.
SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU! I'M DYING.