Psst!



Psst! Yourself!



Well, I never!



We're not doing that routine here. What is the deal, this time?



I'm not sure I should tell you, you're so rude.



You're the one who keeps popping his head in here, going,"Psst!"



Well. It's important.



Is it? I happen to think that running a radio programme properly is
important.



So, would you rather introduce me?



What?



Wouldn't that be more properer?



You're not a guest, you're an employee!



Well, don't properer programmes have credits that are read?



Um, yes.



And aren't those peoples employeeyees?



Why do you keep doing that?



Whatat?



That, um, echo thing with words?



Ah. That. I can't hear meself properlyly. I went to the eye, ear, nose and throat doctor lady today.



So?



She had the hiccupups and mistakenlyly dilateded my right ear...



National Health?



Somedayay, I hope.



I don't understand that.



Neither dodo I, but I stillill vote Labour, even though I haven't yetet had a child...



Was that a joke?



I don't think soso.



Ah. Anyway, what happened to our guest?



He don't existist. It were an internetnet hoax.



Ah. And so, which nitwit booked him for the show?



You didid.