Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Kangaroo. - Yeah.

Come on, Carlos.

# it's all you have to do

I'll come at you fast, like a Northern bullet.

- (Cheering) - Go on!

Easy does it, Margaret.

What are you looking at? it's all over! Get away.

lt could kill me in an instant but it's not gonna,

I mean, you're a pacifist. You're Britain's leading cream poet.

There's no way. Look at me. My hair's virtually a hat.

(Didgeridoo plays)

You'll get the same treatment. Wait till you hear your introduction.

# Crawling in the shadows

You know those guys with the little hands?

As if she's gonna ring for you. Oh, I mean, she might do.

lt's not the video I was thinking of.

- (Spectators shouting) - He's gonna eat his face off!

Not one another, glossy dick. You!

- Be a bit cool. Don't be too eager. - Yeah.

I want a clean fight. No biting, no kicking, nothing below the tail.

GIDEON! GIDEON!

Oh, it's all salty. I'm freshwater.

Nobody's bitch no more. I'm Howard Moon. Monsoon Moon.

There's no way. Look at me. My hair's virtually a hat.

What am I gonna do, more to the point?