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OH, HELLO, OFFICER.

NEED NEVER KNOW THE NAME OF YOUR LOVER IN BOLTON.

PER POUND, MY GOOD FELLOW?

UH... I WON'T WAIT.

CAUSED BY A SMALL PARTICLE OF BRAIN IN HIS SKULL

ANOTHER THING...

WOULD YOU MIND KEEPING IT DOWN, PLEASE?

Man: WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW?

KEN GETS UP AT 3:00...

NO, IT ISN'T, NEDDY.

THIS SCENE'S BEEN CUT.

TO WAKE HIM UP.

OF COURSE NOT, IT JUST FELL OFF THE WALL.

STRAIGHT DOWN THERE.

THAT GATHERED TOGETHER FOR NO GOOD PURPOSE.

ALL ( aghast ): SILLY?!

AND NOTHING ELSE, I'D LIKE TO EMPHASIZE THAT--

AND ON MY LEFT, MISS PETULA WILCOX.

FROM THE GRILLOMAT SNACK BAR, PAIGNTON.

SO LET'S HAVE... THE ITEM.

I'VE BEEN WRESTLING WITH PLATO.

ZO, BRITISHER PIG, VE MEET AGAIN.

THE ONLY WAY TO WAKE HIM UP IS TO SAW HIS HEAD OFF.

AND NOW A LETTER, A HOTEL REGISTRATION BOOK

STRAIGHT DOWN THERE.

WELL, I THINK WE'RE REALLY OUT THIS TIME.

AT 7:00, KEN GETS UP, HE HAS A QUICK SHOWER, A RUBDOWN

I MEAN, SHE... SHE JUST, UH...