ABSOLUTELY DREADFUL.

COME ON.

YEAH, I'LL HAVE SIX BOTTLES
OF CHATEAU LATOUR '45,

AT LAST! A CALL!
A CRY OF DISTRESS!

CRUCIFIXION? YES.

NOW, THE OBJECT OF
THIS YEAR'S EXPEDITION...

OH, DEAR. YOU MEAN I MIGHT HAVE TO GIVE
UP BEING CRUCIFIED IN THE AFTERNOONS?

ANY IDEA HOW IT HAPPENED?

AS THE SUN SET
SLOWLY IN THE WEST,

AWAY, AWAY, VARLETESSES!

QUICKLY, SIR, COME THIS WAY!

IT'S A LOVELY THOUGHT. THANK YOU.
THANK YOU ALL.

PEOPLE DOING THINGS
TO EACH OTHER

THAT'S AN UNLADEN SWALLOWS
FLIGHT, OBVIOUSLY.

WHO HAS BEEN ALLOWED TO CHOOSE
THE MANNER OF HIS OWN EXECUTION.

A TOTALLY IRRATIONAL FEELING OF
DEPRESSION, PND, AS WE DOCTORS CALL IT.

COME ON, YOU PANSY!

WELL, YOU SEE,
I THOUGHT YOUR SON WAS A LADY.

OH, YOU'RE GOOD, KIND,
FINE PEOPLE FOR SAYING THAT.

NO, MONGO!
NEVER KILL A CUSTOMER.

[ NARRATOR READING ]

[ SCREAMING ]

HELLO. NOW DON'T YOU WORRY.
WE'LL SOON HAVE YOU CURED.

IN THE NAME OF THE LORD,