ALL RIGHT, LYNN.

THE PRIZE MONEY HAS SOARED
TO AN INCREDIBLE

- HAS THAT GOT A NAME, THAT DRINK?
- YEAH, THEY'RE CALLED "LADY-BOYS".

WE'LL DUB THAT OUT, PLAY SOME MUSIC OVER IT.

- YOU SHOULD SEND IT TO THE FAN CLUB.
- I ALREADY HAVE.

BUT WHAT IF HE HADN'T BEEN PLASTIC?

WELL, WHERE DO I START?

- ALAN, I CAN'T SEE YOU.
- NO PROBLEM. I'LL JUST HOP UP HERE.

THEY'D BE HAVING A GREAT LAUGH AT YOU
WITH BIG PINK HAIR.

- (KNOCKING)
- (LYNN) ALAN! IT'S ME.

IN THE BATHROOM,

- OH, RIGHT.
-..SAY HELLO.

NOW, THIS LITTLE BABE CAN COPE WITH ANYTHING,
AND I MEAN ANYTHING!

- I'M OFF FOR A MUSHROOM SLICE.
- GET ME ONE, CHUM.

ALAN, WE UNDERSTAND IF YOU'RE NERVOUS.

NO OFFENCE, LYNN,
BUT YOUR LIFE IS TECHNICALLY NOT WORTH INSURING.

AND PETER BAXENDALE THOMAS
OF THE NORFOLK FARMERS' UNION.

FAT COW!