Those are the road, lovely. That's what we are. Oh, Mrs. Soft, we need this bypass. Blimey, if I want a copper and allow to park on the pavement and drive at one way streets, I don't think I'd even bother owning a car. The way to reduce traffic is to get people to share their cars. I'm not sharing my car with anyone, especially Vegean environmentalists. I don't want some bee-needing greenie blowing off into my leatherette. What are you lurking about for, Kevin? Oh, nothing. We'll get on the bus then. Well, actually, I've got something under my jacket that I quite like to show you. But I think I'll wait until the swelling goes down. I should speak to your mother. Oh, God, no, don't you kill me. You see, the thing is, I've got a new belly button. A new belly button. Well, as good as. I've had it pierced. No. I was very influenced by these road protesters. Two, no more, Mr. Nysky. No, no. I'm young, I'm feral, and I've got a bright red swollen belly button to prove it. Didn't it hurt? Well, yes, I did feel a bit of a prick. But it will be worth it if you're so impressed with it that you dragged me back to your place and you gave me a right flipping seat. Kevin, you could staple your belly button to a double-decker bus and I still wouldn't give you a scene too. Quite frankly, I'd rather get me leg over a dead halibut. So you all think about it, then? Not Kevin, you're really sure forget about me. There's also nice girls out there, you know? Good looking bloat like you. Swollen belly button. You could take your pick. I'd rather be wearing only a button. We might be left standing above. I'm too much. I'm too much.