OH, I DON'T KNOW. A BIT OF BREAKFAST
AND I SUPPOSE WE'LL BE FINE.

"MARATHON BECOMES SNICKERS"...

- WHAT?
- IS THAT FLATLINERS YOU'RE WATCHING?

WHO WANTS THEIR AFTERNOON DRINK?

GOD, TED! FIRST AMERICA, THEN SPACE!
WHAT'S NEXT?

LIKE WHAT?

I SAW THAT FILM RECENTLY, APOLLO 13,

AH, SERIOUSLY, TED...

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

COME ON, HELP ME GET HIM UP.

MIGHT BE WORTH SPEEDING UP
THERE A BIT, TED.

WHAT?

- WELL, YEAH, IF THERE'S A FIRE.
- GREAT!

- WHAT'S UP, TED?
- TED'S GONE MAD.

- YOU GOT THE TORCH, DOUGAL?
- YES.

THERE'S THIS...
IT'S GOT SOMETHING TO DO WITH CLOUDS!

IF WE REPLACE HIS FOOT
WITH AN OBJECT

- SHE WAS ROBBED. THEY STOLE HER.
- OH, I SEE.

NO, I DIDN'T. YOU CAN'T GET
RAZORS WITH HANDLES LONG ENOUGH

ALL RIGHT, BUT THEN BACK TO JACK.

ANYWAY, I'M GONNA TRY
AND GET TO SLEEP ONE MORE TIME.

A YEAR'S SUPPLY OF WHISKY!
HOW VERY GENEROUS!

GO AWAY!
I DON'T WANT TO CATCH THE MENOPAUSE!

- I'M A BIT AFRAID OF LEN, THOUGH.
- JOIN THE CLUB.