Well, well, well. Look who’s back.
Shouldn’t you be lugging newspapers around Crawley?
Croydon. I’m from Croydon. And I do other things as well.
What other things? Certainly not ‘writing updates for Lavender’, by the look of it.
Oof. Fair cop. Anyway, this is a little side project to get our juices flowing.
Ugh. The title sounds dull. Wait a minute, did you say ‘our juices’?
I’m so sorry about him.
Mine’s worse, don’t worry.
Good to be working with you on this, Jack.
Likewise, Tom! It’s going to be cracking.
Why does he talk like he’s mental?
Ssh! He’s from the north.
Why does he talk like Ed Miliband?
Heh, good one.
Good what? I didn’t say anything.
Stop being mean!
Am I being mean? Sorry!
Oh, for pity’s sake.
Look, you can hear your internal monologue, Jack can hear his, but you can’t hear each other’s.
Oh, right. Jack, we can’t hear each other’s internal monologues.
We, however, can both hear you. And we can communicate with each other.
That doesn’t seem fair.
Right, that’s enough. Behave yourselves. We’ve got 24 hours to do this thing, and unlike certain others, we’re going to do our damnedest to get this done in a day.
No, I didn’t!
You didn’t what?
Jack cheated, apparently.
How did you ‘cheat’?!
I… I may have done the graphics in advance. I’m busy tonight, I didn’t want to hold us up.
Oh, that’s fine.
Tom cheated too.
Tom’s internal monologue says he cheated too.
I’m sure whatever he did is fine.
Well, I wrote a bit of this in advance.
Everyone does that, guys.
Hi, The Red!
We were just having a bit of trouble with our internal monologues.
Oh, I’ve got one of those.
Предками данная мудрость народная!
Славься, страна! Мы гордимся тобой!
The Red isn’t even involved with this one.
I was just passing by, I’m off to have a couple of Enochs with a colleague.
Chaps, shall we just get on with it?
Go for it.
Right. It was a cold, dark night in 1942...