Herbert Pocket

Doesn’t matter. Here, have some of these.

[sits down with his feet in a bowl of hot water]

I love these.

I’m so hungry I could eat my own earwax. And we all know how horrid that tastes, right kids? 👍

Don’t mention it.

Of course it is. We can’t deny it anymore.

I’m fine, really. Although I’m suddenly very hungry.

On the contrary, I think she made a bloody good point.

I feel like I’ve been forced to eat pins, but yes, I’m alright.

I feel like I’ve been forced to eat pins.

Electric shock.

Oh Stan, sorry.

[semi-conscious, unaware of Stan’s presence] Libby? Is that you, darling?

[lying down on the floor, unconscious]

// RIP Prunella Scales, AKA Sybil Fawlty.

What the hell’s my coffee? I’ve been waiting 10 minutes! Jesus, you’re a waitress! You’re not building rockets! Figure it out! 🙄

Yep. He didn’t hit me or raise his voice. And I told him it was his fault this school has gone downhill and his fault for Libby leaving.

WAITER! WAITER! You, woman!

I called him a right-wing fascist God-botherer.

I shouted at him.

No one was hurt. Well, not physically.

Of course I’m alright.

I’m right here.

I certainly showed him!

// Too late now.

He’s laughing at me! He wants me to go to prison! Look at him smiling, you bastard, you bastard, you bastard! 😫😫😫

// I miss when South Park was a sitcom and not a political satire.

Oh ma’am, why didn’t you just fire him instead?

He’s shitting himself!

Charles is his last name. His first name is Peter.