The queue for the Xenon base loo was becoming increasingly desparate as they all crossed their legs while trying to look casual.
Avon was miffed that Zukan had also worn black leather to the warlord summit, Soolin wondered if his hairstyle would look good on her, and Vila got ready to nick his wallet as he went past.
The fat, camp photographer has dropped by to do a professional shoot for publicity. Avon goes first.
VILA: Like it, looks kindof dramatic. If a bit sulky.
SOOLIN: No, I reckon we should go more into the porn side. How about he takes his uniform off and wears a leather jockstrap in a similar style?
Narrator: “Black features heavily in this years Federation couture.”
Avon leant nonchalantly on the ironing board and scratched his leg when he thought no one was watching.
Tarrant, don´t you think there might be a better way to atract her attention than by impersonating Zeeona´s father?
Avon sulked because Zukon could sashay better than he could...
Zukon is subjecting EVERYONE to a lecture on modelling...
Zukon is subjecting EVERYONE to a lecture on medelling...
Avon: All right, who broke wind?
Vila: It smelled like that when I got here.
They´d had to modify the ceiling beam specially for Zukan´s "bun"...
Avon: "Ok Zukan it´s a deal: You break away for the Federation and we´ll do all or your ironing."
Negotiations were getting nowhere, both Avon and Zukan INSISTED it was THEIR fridge magnet.
Everyone wondered why Zukan had a lever sticking out of the back of his head.
Avon: "oh for goodness sakes Zukan!"
Villa & Soolin: "why do you think we´re sitting over here! wait Zukan, dont! please no! You know that smell corrodes Orac´s circuits!"
Villa: not bad, not bad, you´ve got some real potential there.
Soolin: I agree with Villa, keep training that voice and you´re on to a winner Zukan.
Avon: that was my favourite song... I say ´was´ because it´s not any more, you totally ruined it for me, you´re crap, you have no place entering this competition, stop wasting our time!
Avon and Zukan tried the old "good cop, bad cop" routine to extract the location of orac out of Villa and Soolin
It didn´t matter how many times Zukan asked and sulked - he could NOT buy Avon´s suit
They couldn´t afford a table, so they settled for Og´s ironing board.
It didn´t matter how many times Zukon minced past him, there was no way Avon was going to proposition him.
Avon was irritated that Zukan could fit into his old third series leather pants...
Helping Zukan pick out new boots each Saturday was an unfortunate obstacle to the rebellion.
Vila waited for the right moment to take his weight off the table and catapult Avon to the floor.
Avon sulked because Zukan had shinier boots.
Avon was really pissed off that Soolin had tried to iron his leather trousers and burned a hole in the rear.
Avon always hated losing at musical chairs!
Team building workshops were always painful - after being locked in a room for two hours with a whiteboard, the group were still no closer to agreeing on how to bring the Federation down.