Run, Fat Boy, Run Page #7

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possibly run on your behalf?

Great. Yeah, yeah.

OK. I see.

How big is the costume?

OK. I'll call you back.

Ooh.

Hi.

- Dennis.

- Oh, yes?

Would you mind not doing that

in front of the customers?

Sorry. I went for a run

this morning in my trunks...

and I think

I've got a bit of a rash...

you know,

down there in the, uh...

- I understand.

- scrotal zone.

- I understand, Dennis.

- OK.

Please, keep your hands

out of the scrotal zone...

whilst you're at work.

Will do.

Shh.

Dennis!

Sorry. I was, um...

I was in the zone.

So, um, I'd actually

be dressed as a brain.

Um, can I call you back?

# Just 'cause you think it #

# It don't make it so #

# Drive you to drink #

# Won't let you go #

# Plenty of girls

and boys in love #

Come on!

# Plenty of girls #

# And boys in love #

Would you like a cup of tea,

Dennis?

So that's it.

Running this marathon

could be my last chance...

to show Libby that I can change.

Mmm.

You know what I would do

if I were you?

What?

I would get some cream

for that rash.

Let me ask you something,

Dennis.

Why did you leave your lady at

the altar when she was pregnant?

I don't know.

Just wasn't ready.

The toothpaste was already

out of the tube, my friend.

Being ready

had nothing to do with it.

I was scared.

Mmm.

So, you are a coward.

I thought we were just

gonna have a cup of tea.

You did not think

you were good enough.

Am I right?

You thought of your lady,

and you were terrified...

you could not give her

what she needed...

what she deserved.

I thought the same things...

on the day I married

Mrs Ghoshdashtidar.

May she rest.

Did you?

Yes. But guess what?

It turned out

I was good enough.

I made myself good enough.

You did a stupid thing, Dennis.

But she loved you once, and you

must have earned that somehow.

Yeah.

Did you have a good marriage,

Mr Ghoshdashtidar?

Ah.

I remember the feeling

of being complete...

of spending every day

with my best friend...

but most of all...

I remember all the f***ing.

Mmm...

Mmm...

Oh, three degrees starboard,

skipper.

Hey, I'm the captain.

Mutiny! Mutiny!

Whoa!

Ahoy there, me lad.

- Oh!

- Hey, Jakey.

Sorry, we're late, love.

Soon as Whit found out

we we're meeting here...

he had to go get his vessel.

Jakey, here.

Flip that switch.

No, not that one. That one.

Whoa! Can I steer it?

No.

But you can watch me steer it.

Mutiny.

Hey. You wanna?

- Was he OK?

- Yeah, he's fine.

We had a really nice time

until Captain Bligh turned up.

Whit just likes to take things

very seriously.

Prepare to be boarded,

or feel the hot wrath...

of Her Majesty's

royal fusillade!

Wait, don't touch that. Wait.

Why won't you

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