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The battle lasted over a month

and involved more than half a million troops,

with estimates of over 100,000 casualties on each side.

Humans are shit without guns, aren't they?

What do you mean?

Well, look at the way the useless fuckers hunt, you know what I mean?

Can't do a fucking thing.

Hunting's fine, you know what I mean? It's noble.

But you should do it with the weapons you were born with.

Humans are so shit. "Well, we need a gun!" Put the gun down.

Let's see you fight the fucking lion now. Or bullfighting.

I love it when any animal kills a human.

Like when a shark takes a chunk out of some Australian on a surfboard.

-Fuck yeah. -Fucking love all that.

What's your favorite way to see a human die?

Oh, the old hang-wank. Gotta be, innit? Hangle-wangle.

-Why do they do that? -Why?

-Yeah. -'Cause it's well fucking horny.

What? You're hanging yourself, and you're wanking?

-What's hanging got to do with wanking? -Take it right to the fucking edge.

Then, "Oh dear!"

Three cherries, jackpot! Night, night.

Nut allergy's good.

How fucking useless are you that you're gonna die if a nut comes near you?

-Fucking die if Puke's nuts come near you. -Yeah, that's true.

Easy joke.

I love it when a little fucking cunt suicide bomber goes off

in his aunt's basement before he can get out to kill anyone.

-Yeah. -Oh, love that.

A bit of paste on the walls, yeah. Scrape that off. Lovely on a bit of toast.

Or when some sort of fucking posh bearded twat

goes up a mountain and goes,

"Oh, oh! Can you rescue me? Can you rescue me?"

No! Don't go up there, then.

Don't walk up fucking hills, you cunt.

Volcano.

"Argh!"

"We're getting covered in fucking molten rock."

"Some cunt's gonna dig us up in 1,000 years."

-Maybe you should've moved. -Yeah.

-Oh, this one was wanking. -Caught him fucking wanking forever.

"Oh God, the magma's coming towards me."

"What can I do? I've fucking got me own magma."

Pretty sure he had his dog watching him, that one, as well.

-What's the matter with you? -Oh, I feel weak.

-Kittens are weak, aren't they? -No, I feel hot.

And cold and sick and dizzy,

and me eyes are gunky, and I can't breathe, Gus.

Uh...

-Do you want some water? -Yeah.

-All right. -Yeah.

Hiya.

Why's everyone so quiet?

-Kitten's ill. -Oh no!

-She'll be all right. -Yeah, she'll be good as gold tomorrow.

Shall I get Ponce? He'll know what to do.

Yeah. Yeah, good idea.

Hm.

She probably hasn't had her injections, as she wandered off when she was so young.

It'll be a cold or cat flu or something.

-Hm. So clever. -Hm.

So she'll be all right tomorrow, yeah?

-Uh, I don't know. -What do you mean?

Well, I mean, I don't know. I don't know everything.

He knows a lot though.

Well, real wisdom is knowing that you know nothing.

So...

I think what we have to do is just keep an eye on her

and just pray that she gets better soon.

Shall we, uh, pray?

What? Why?

-Well, Ponce said. -Yeah.

He also said he doesn't know everything. Fucking pray.

What god would make a little kitten this ill?

-She'll be all right, won't she? -Hm.

I mean, I don't know. I hope so.

I've never seen Gus so worried about anything.

-I have. -Really?

A spider came down the chimney once, right?

And he screamed and puffed up twice the size and nearly had a heart attack.

Wow.

Yeah, you see, he's not as tough as he makes out.

But, um, no, he's really stepped up to look after that kitten.

He's a nice guy deep down.

Oh, I'd like to look after my own kittens one day.

Just something to love and something that'd love me back.

Okay.

Better be soon, though, eh, or no one will want me.

Yeah, no, they...

-They probably won't. -Oh.

Get a move on, innit?

-The old biological clock. -Yeah, all right.

Stops for no man or woman, crucially.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.

Mm. What a lovely day.

Nimbostratus, I think, that cloud.

Wish I was pregnant.

Right. Listen.

I don't think you exist, right, and if you do,

you're an absolute arsehole for letting a little kitten get sick.

For no reason. She's never hurt anyone.

Okay? So here's the deal.

If you exist, just let her get better now.

Then we're cool, okay?

Please.

You can carry on making my life awful or make it even worse if you want.

I'm used to it.

Probably deserve it, but she doesn't.

So make her better.

Okay? And if you do that, then I'm sorry for calling you an arsehole.

If you don't do it, then you either don't exist

or you really are the biggest arsehole in the fucking universe.

Amen.

When I didn't feel very well,

my mum would sing to me.

I'd always fall asleep.

Go to sleep, my baby

Close your pretty eyes

Angels up above you

Looking at you dearly from the skies

Great big moon is shining

Stars begin to peep

Time for little dreamy babies

To go to sleep

I'm better.

Praise the Lord!

I mean,

thank fuck it's Friday!

-It's Thursday. -Clever girl.

I had a weird dream.

Not as weird as mine.

-What did you dream? -I was fucking a penguin.

-Yeah? -In a glass box.

-How did you get into that situation? -Well, I fell asleep.

No, I mean in the dream. How does it start?

I get into a builder's crane.

-Right. -With a penguin.

And there's a glass box.

And it's attached to a big, meaty chain.

I took the penguin by the flipper, and we open the door.

-We go in. -All right.

And the crane lifted the box up and swung us over the Thames.

-What, like David Blaine? -Yeah.

I was thinking about him when I was fucking the penguin.

-And then what? -Well, a crowd formed and watched us.

-What did you do? -Well, I felt nervous, actually.

-'Cause you were being watched? -Yeah.

What? Thought you'd be judged on your sexual prowess?

-Yeah. -You got one eye on the crowd.

You thought, "Well, I gotta perform." What was your first move?

Well, I switched the penguin around. I pushed its face against the glass.

-What, so he was facing the crowd? -She was facing the crowd.

Right, then what?

I had the best orgasm in London.

-What's it got down there? -It's like a mince pie.

He's dreamt this. He doesn't know about penguins suddenly.

Don't ask him about penguin anatomy. He won't know.

Right. Amazing.

What was your dream, kid?

I dreamt that when I left my house,

instead of crossing the big road to come here,

I went into the church next door, and the nice vicar gave me some milk.

Oh, hang on. So your house is next to a church?

Another clue.

-Yeah. -And a big road?

Yeah, really big.

But there was a bridge, so I went over that and then I found you guys.

So how long were you walking

after the bridge before you found us in the graveyard?

-Not long. -So it's close.

So all we have to do

is find a bridge over a big road near the graveyard,

go over the bridge, find a church,

and you're home.

Yeah.

Bridge. Bridge. We need a bridge.

-Then we need a church. -Gotta be careful on the bridge.

-Why? -Well, there's no way off.

Once you're on, the only way off is the other end.

-That's what it's for. -You're trapped.

-You go on, you come off. -But you're trapped is my point.

-You're not trapped. You just go across. -Okay.

-Gus. -Yo.

-All right? -Yeah, 'sup?

-What you doing? -Just rolling with my homies.

Right, was you gonna get in touch with me?

-'Cause we went out, didn't we? -Yeah.

-On a date. -Yeah.

Had a nice time. I thought we had a nice time.

-We had what we had, yeah? -Why are you being like that?

Take me or leave me, babe.

-'Cause he likes you. -No.

Listen, you dopey little fat twat.

Wow.

Stop showing off, and be yourself.

-What are you afraid of? -Not afraid of anything.

-Well, spiders. -Ah.

-Water. -Yeah.

Cress.

-She's talking about... -Commitment.

-Commitment. -Yeah.

Our time is our time, babe,

but this time is this time.

-And I'm with the dudes. -Do you want a girlfriend?

-Would you like me to be your girlfriend? -Yeah.

Right, well then, you will need to make a commitment.

Wow.

Gus, come quick.

I think your mum's dying.

I gotta go.

Mum?

Gus.

Oh, my darling.

Handsome boy.

Mm-hmm.

Oh!

Is that your beautiful baby? I've always wanted to be a grandmother.

Yeah.

Hello, Grandma.

Oh!

Sorry, Gus.

Cheers.

Glad I got to see her in time.

Mm.

'Cause you'll never see her again, right?

That's right.

Uh, so...

Right, uh...

Let's find your house.

We... we don't have to today, if you don't feel like it.

I'm fine. Um...

I guess we're both

little lost orphans now.

Hm.

It's a good job we met each other.

Yep.

-Oh, it's the local drug dealer. -Oh dear.

Mint, catnip, silver vine?

-No, thank you. -Actually, I could do with summat today.

My mum just died,

so... I fancy some nip.

-How much? -Just lick my balls.

-What? -Don't do this for money.

-All right, just give it to me for free. -It is free.

Right, cool.

-Just need to lick my balls. -I'm not.

-Well, you're not getting any drugs, then. -This is weird.

-Lick 'em. -No.

I've never licked another cat's balls in my life, and I'm not gonna start now.

Puke, lick this filthy fucker's balls. Is that all right?

-Yeah. -Right.

Step aside.

He's gonna do a good job.

Thank you.

-How long does he have to do this for? -I'll tell him to stop when it's time.

Hey, what you doing?

-Prodding the base. -I didn't ask for that.

I was very clear what I wanted.

I feel like we shouldn't be watching.

That's it. Thank you.

-And that's it? -Yep.

Right.

-Give me a bag of nip, then. -How much?

A big bag for us all to put our fucking faces,

get off our fucking tits, and chill.

-You do the math. -Done.

Good stuff, innit?

What are they doing?

Well, they're giving into base urges is what they're doing.

What are you thinking about, Olive?

I feel like the walls are closing in on me.

-Yeah. -I wish I hadn't had it.

-What are you thinking, Puke? -I can see Simon Cowell.

What's happening?

He's got really old fingers.

-What's he doing with them? -Beckoning me.

-Where? -To the wardrobe.

Don't go.

-I want to go. -What's in there?

-Not this again. -Who else is there? Just you and Simon?

And Gordon Ramsay.

-Chef Ramsay? -He's got a long neck like a giraffe.

So he can see over things?

Oversee the whole kitchen. Good idea.

-Is he cooking you something? -Yeah.

-What's he cooking you? -The basics.

Egg and bacon?

-He's got handcuffs. -What's he doing with them?

You've done too much again, boy. You've done too much again.

You're seeing top, world-class celebrities

like Cowell and Ramsay in a wardrobe.

What's going on?

I'm scared.

-Why? -I don't wanna go in now.

He always does this.

-Get in there. -No.

-Go on. -His neck's getting longer.

-What's it mean? -What do you think this means, Ponce?

It means he's had too much catnip is what it means.

Always hallucinates like this. It was Daniel Radcliffe last time.

I'm sorry about your mum, Gus.

Thanks, kid.

I don't like dying. It's sad.

Yeah.

But it's worth it, innit?

Because of life.

A flock of birds

Hovering above

Just a flock of birds

That's how you think of love

And I always

Look up to the sky

Pray before the dawn

'Cause they fly away

Sometimes they arrive

Sometimes they are gone

They fly on