by use of the mind i can make a chicken pop out of his stomach
the Cabinet has been called due to terrorism
When I hold my hand to my ear I can hear the sea
Vila: Ow! Why did you hit me with your hand?
Avon: You were interfering with my manicure and my handbag is over there so I had to use my hand to hit you, didnīt I?
Vila: "You two playing Catīs Cradle again?"
Father Gan: And with this ring I thee-
Vila: Eh! Hang on! I think I had too much to drink!?
Avon: Youīre getting cold feet after all the things you said last night, Vila? Or should I call you "Anna"...
Vila: Oh my God! Now wonder I couldnīt walk this morning... AAARRRGGGH!
V: Sir! I have your boots!
A: Good. As soon as Gan finishes buttoning my jacket you can put them on me. Oh, and youīre saluting with the wrong hand again.
Vila: Cally whacked me one īcos she didnīt like my outfit. Better not let her see your sailor-suit, Avon. Bit naff.
Vila: Couldnīt give my nails a trim too, could you?
Gan (resignedly): Go to the end of the queue.
Avon: Iīm warning you, one word about what my hand was doing there and Iīll sing!
Nobody was impressed by Vilaīs mime of a man leaning on a lamp post
Vila was worried, judging by the force of that blow Avonīs looks could kill
Vila: Iīve got a terrible headache. Couldnīt give me a therapeutic message, could you, Gan?
Gan: Sorry, Vila. Iīm doing Avonīs manicure. Blakeīs next in line and you know how he chews his nails.
Vila (sounding confused and scratching his head) "Gan, why are you trying to pull Avonīs arm out of his socket?"
Avon: "Next time you try and headbutt the wall, try wearing a helmet"
Gan: "And Iīll use toilet paper..."
Vila and Avon have a stare-out whilst Gan realises he just put his hand in some..something unpleasant
Vila: Erm, Iīve done it again.
Gan: Be fair Avon, you did it too.
Vila: You know Iīm still wearing this jacket that doesnīt do up properly.
Avon: You think youīve got problems, Ganīs broken my new mobile he borrowed.
Gan: Now, now children. Vila apologise for biting Avonīs hand and Avon, you must apologise for shutting Vilaīs head in the airlock - repeatedly.
Avon: He started it!
Vila: Did not!
Vila: Spare any change mate?
Avon: For the last time, NO!
Superglue can have terrible effects in zero gravity: Vila had got his hand stuck to his head, and Avon had got himself glued to Gan.
Gan thought his new micro-sunglasses were cool but didnīt like to admit it was a struggle to see his phone.
Things were getting silly, now Avon wanted to try and get Ganīs phone working.
Vila: has anyone seen my brain? Iīm sure I left it around here somewhere...
Villa "All I did was pull it"
Avon "I told you I hadn`t fixed that new anti-grav toilet yet , next time wear a space suit"
Avon: It is *not* a rash, Iīm telling you itīs a love bite from Servalan.
Gan: Well itīs in a funny place...
Gan: I donīt understand it, it was here a minute ago.
Vila: When youīve finished looking for Avonīs sarcasm can I have some adrenalin and somer.
Vila: Ow! That hurt!
Avon: I told you not to interupt us.
Vila (to Avon): You are getting sleeeeeeeeepy...
Avon and Gan practice the Secret Mysterious Silly Handshake.
SIGN *** PALM READINGS 100 CREDITS ***
Gan "I see a man , a key and a heavy object , you`ve got big problems my friend"
Avon "Wow !!! this guy`s good"