BUFFALO: It's the impending Armageddon thing, dude.
Shit hitting fans from every direction,
One week away from the telltale election
Newscasts interfering with a decent erection
Holding Seppeku knife, contemplating vivisection.
POTTY DOTTY: I want more!
BUFFALO: Hey, Potty Dotty. Long time no see.
POTTY DOTTY: Went to Brighton for a while, to sort my head out. I became surrounded, if you will, by sensations. Didn't know where to turn. Spun a little. Then woke up in a Sainsbury's trolley on the pier with my knickers over my ears. With the Squidgies in tow.
BUFFALO: Sorry to hear that.
POTTY DOTTY: And with a thirst for blutwurst.
BUFFALO: Oh, baby!
POTTY DOTTY: And movies in May.
POTTY DOTTY: You can tell Sparky I'm ready for him now. This time his duvet and Toe Jam WON'T save him. Ta-ra.
BUFFALO: Dotty? Dotty? Where'd she go?
BUFFALO: Birdy? Squidgie update?
BIRD: Steady, Roy, steady. But ne'er mind that, Reggie. Ready for more The Diary of Mr Pitiful Motown?
BUFFALO: You betcha!
BIRD: This bit's a corker, dude. Zip up and get ready for the ride: "I can finish here a recluse with a soaked brain to receive my telephone numbers. They know this one bumsen.. I will go impact on his ass. The true problem is I write with nothing to insert. And nevertheless, it is my exit. Sadly, in this moment my life of Scheisse is complete. Time for another drink. A better life by chemistry. Anyhow, to grip to feel you in the Octo. Return me this donkey."
BUFFALO: (weeps) I can't... Pliz, Lucy...
BIRD: Gee, sorry, dude. Didn't mean to upset ya.
(BUFFALO wails like last ever Dodo facing extinction)
BIRD: (sings) The holly and the ivy... Film at eleven.