being pulled out once a week for a poke and a mop,

like some kind of fucking dancing bear.

What's that actually been like?

Absolutely relentless.

The worst thing is, there's no humour in the cruelty.

And you could never have said that about me.

So, do it for yourself and for the party.

But I need to have that email.

If you just shut up...

..I'll do it.

You are a diamond, Glenn, not just any form of ancient carbon,

the best. A diamond.

Do I send it to Malcolm or you? Organ grinder or monkey?

I'm no monkey, not any more. Things have changed there, right?

But, yeah, send it to Malcolm. And CC me, no BCC me.

Bcc you? Yeah.

I can't find Benjamin Glutton anywhere.

The massive fuck's gone to ground somehow and nobody's felt the aftershocks.

It's fine, we've sorted it, we've averted Benaggedon.

No, no, I know about the deal, but he's still resigning. Are you sure?

Commander Duggan, reporting for duty, what can I sort?

Go away, stop molesting us.

Oh, Glenn, you wrinkled beauty. This is an emergency situation, Nicola,

you have to break the glass and hit the dead Tickle button.

No, I don't want to do that. What don't you want to do?

Bash the Tickle button.

You need to talk to Sky, call for an inquiry, now.

I really think this could massively backfire.

Is this Tickle? That could be good. I cannot talk when I'm talking.

You're on the ropes, Nicola, do something fucking drastic.

I don't even know how to refer to him! Do I call him Mr Tickle?

I can't call him Mr Tickle. You're stuck on a train.

I fucking know I'm stuck on a train. Just attack, attack, and do it

before Ben's resignation gets out. Fine, yes.

Fine, fine, good. Thank you, Malcolm. Fuck off.

Sky lady, you need to go now, get her immediately.