- OH, COME ON.
- YEAH, ALL RIGHT, THEN.

PLOT THUS..
MALCOLM MCDOWELL IS TRAPPED IN THE FUTURE.

YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THAT DEAD AIR IS A CRIME.

LET'S WATCH "THE SPY WHO LOVED ME"!

OOH, THAT WAS TERENCE TRENT D'ARBY,
COCKY MAN FROM THE '80S,

I'VE NOTHING AGAINST THEM.
IT'S JUST, AS I SEE IT,

WHEN I RAISED MY LEGS THEN,
SOMETHING UNPLANNED HAPPENED.

ABOUT EAST END THUGS WHO LEND YOU
AND A WEEK LATER YOU OWE THEM A MILLION.

(HOOTER BLASTS)

SO THE SEQUENCE SHOULD BE
PUFF, FLASH, PUFF, FLASH, BANG.

OR IF YOU LIKE TO DEVELOP THE IDEA,
70 PAST FOUR.

YOU SHOULD TURN THIS INTO A SANDWICH BOARD

- MY BOYFRIEND CALL HIM JACK SHIT!
- IS SHE ANNOYING YOU?

AND THERE'S DALENDESS SHID.

I'LL ER...

"FLATLEY, MY DEAR, I DON'T RIVERDANCE....
GIVE A DAMN."

- HELLO, ALAN.
- HELLO, SUSAN. THIRD FLOOR?

WOULDN'T WANT TO, THOUGH.
NOT UNLESS IT HAD BEEN STUNNED.