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More Bad Luck for the Ozman
Huh, uhh, oh my, uh, ohhh... Wot? Someone
turned on me smoke machine... It's thick in 'ere... uh, what's this, then...
a muffin? 'Spose I'll need a spot of milk with that... Sharon! Sharon! I
can't find the bleedin' fridge wot with all this smoke... Ouch! Blimey,
there it is, right in front of me... Sharon! Sharon! Who drank all the
blinkin' milk! ...woman can sleep through anything... Look here. A nice
bottle of porter. Now if I can only find the opener in all this smoke...
Bloody 'ell, what the fuck... Sharon! Sharon!
The bloody 'ouse is on fire. Help! Call the... call the... Fire fighters!
Call the blood fire fighters! Wake up, Sharon, grab the jewelry... I mmm uhh uhh,
I'm breathing smoke in 'ere... It's making me want to chuck me cookies...
Oh... I'm not a lucky man...
Wots that? Aiyee! It's the bleedin' devil. Shaarrronn! Wake up!
Lucifer's in the kitchen! Sharon! Uh, mmm, uh, get away from me devil! I'll
thrash you, I will. I'll, uh oh, Sharon! Don't worry about it... It's just
my bloody overcoat... Hard to tell wot with all this smoke. Uh... Smoke! The
bloody 'ouse is on fire! Shaarrronn...
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