When Evil Calls Page #4

was on the case.

An important lead

was about to open his eyes

to Samantha's part

in this fright-mare.

Yet, well, you know,

I'm not the best sort

at puns in the world,

but I'm actually trying

my f***ing hardest.

Sorry. Got something else

better you can do?

Well, go back outside and get

the f***ing sh*t kicked out of you?

No! I thought not.

Shut your mouth,

and you might

f***ing learn something!

Now, where was I?

Oh, yeah.

Okay!

Here, here, here!

Ah, oui.

Ah, oui, oui, oui,

oui, ouil

"It is common practice

in the 21st Century

"for evil djinnis to use such devices

as mobile phones and emails

to cause their mischief."

"The initial wisher, or summoner,

as they are better known,

"is granted their wish...

money, power, fame, et cetera...

"in return for forwarding

the djinni onwards,

"through chain letters,

or text messages,

"where they can wreak their mayhem.

"The only way to stop the djinni

is to get the initial wisher

"to retract their wish,

and return themselves

to the state they were previously."

A text message that is killing people.

Yes!

Don't you think that's just a little bit

far-fetched?

Just a little bit far-fetched?

I just wished... people could see...

how beautiful I was on the inside.

- Oh, God.

- Jesus Christ.

Well, it appears that beauty

is only skin-deep.

I want to be fair.

I mean, it took a lot of guts

to make a wish like that, didn't it?

Now, moving on swiftly

to a different type of crush:

The teenage crush.

That age-old die-lemma.

This is bloody disgraceful!

Fail! Jennifer!

And a fail for you, too.

And don't you dare

chew gum in my class

again, young lady.

This is abysmal!

I waste my entire weekend

marking this drivel.

Will you spell drivel for me, Linnet?

I doubt it.

No, silly me.

You're only taking English "A" level

in three months' time.

Why should you be able to spell?

You can't bloody write English.

Half of you can hardly

speak the language!

Well, I tell you, I'm bloody furious.

It's not funny!

None of this is funny!

Mr. Dale.

I wondered if I could talk to you a little.

You see, I seem to be

having some problems

with verb positioning?

I just don't seem to know

where to put it... in front,

or... behind?

Now, Carol, please.

We've been through this.

While you're a pupil of mine,

you remain very much a child to me.

And I would appreciate it

if you started behaving like one.

Really.

Mike.

Ah, Miss Nibb.

A spot of human biology?

Oh, yes. Oh, yes!

I wish I was old now.

Who's there?

Carol, is that you?

Please help me!

Please help me!

Now, this young girl

made a pass on Mr. Dale...

Naughty, naughty...

but ended up needing

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