Love Birds Page #3

It's a, um...

It's a swarm. Isn't it, Doug?

Doug.

A swarm. A swarm of bees.

Bees. Yeah, yeah, a swarm.

If you guys are wrong,

you're shouting the next round.

Not gonna happen, dickjam.

Who you calling dickjam, numbnuts?

Want me to numb your nuts, eh?

Hey!

You don't see the Professors arguing!

Well, they don't have to.

They've got two PhDs, a bloody

astronomer and a sports journalist.

Unbeatable.

I am an animal from Greek mythology,

the harbinger of death.

I take the form of dogs,

dolphins and birds.

Psychopomp.

A cycle pump?

That's not a word.

I read it in a Stephen King book.

These birds pecked a dude to death.

Yeah, that makes sense,

'cause birds are evil bastards.

How does Susan feel about

having a flying rat in the house?

Doug!

Are you OK, mate?

Susan left me.

Oh.

I'm sorry. I'm just not...

I'm not up for this.

You're better without me.

And don't forget your dinner.

Cheers, man.

Look after yourself, eh?

I'll call you tomorrow.

'All Creatures Great and Small'.

The raptor family consists

of what type of bird?

Dr. Dre.

What?!

Dr. Dre the raptor.

"A psychopomp

is the guide of lost souls,

"a mediator between the conscious

and the unconscious realms,

"life and death.

"Their role is not to

judge the deceased

"but to provide a safe passage

to the next life."

Well, at least I know

you're not judging me.

What was she like? Your mate?

Maybe you shouldn't answer that.

I had a bath with Susan once.

We lit some candles,

opened a bottle of wine,

put on some music.

It was quite fancy.

Little bit cramped, though.

The tap kept sticking into my back.

She had to move.

Leaned a bit too close to the...

the candle.

Her hair caught fire.

Lucky we were in the bath.

Oh!

Steady on!

Hey, Donald. Look.

I've got to tell you, this is...

kind of a one-man deal.

Don't look so pleased with yourself.

This is not gonna be

a regular thing.

Great. Now I'm talking to a duck.

In a bath.

Whoa!

That is not a worm, OK?

Forget it! You're not coming in.

If you don't shut up,

I'll put you outside for the dog's dinner.

Arggh!

- Yeah, let's go!

- Come on, guys!

He's down like a clown!

This ain't fair.

You guys are, like, genetically

designed to be better at cricket.

"You guys"?

Alright.

What do you call

an Indian flying a plane?

You call him a pilot,

you pack of racists.

I can't believe I work with you people.

Ah, I'm not a racist.

Come on, guys.

Dude! You look terrible.

Oh, I didn't get any sleep

last night, did I?

Stupid duck kept trying

to get into my bedroom.

I should never

have had a bath with it.

A bath?

Yeah, well, he...

It doesn't matter, Look.

What are you...?

You're not working.

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