I have some extremely distressing news.
I don't wanna hear it. I don't wanna hear anything.
We've just run out of wine. What are we going to do about it?
I don't know. I don't know. I don't feel good.
I think I've overdosed. My heart's beating like a broken chronometer. My chest has gone weird!!!
I feel dreadful, I feel bloody dreadful!
So do I. So does everybody.
Look at my hair. This damp air is making it frizzy.
Sit down, for pity's sake. What's the matter with you? Eat a biscuit.
- Chapter 2