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April 26-- thrown into russian cell.
Severely damaged my mars bar.
Shall I ever see bude bus station again?
Oh, excuse me.
What a pleasant exercise yard.
How friendly they were all being.
Cigarette?
Oh, no, thank you.
I don't smoke.
After a few moments
I perceived a line of gentlemen with rifles.
They were looking in my direction.
I looked around
but could not see the target.
Slowotny!
Grydenka...
Verschnitzen...
Nyet! nyet!
Nyet!
Nyet! Nyet! Nyet!
A telegram?
From the kremlin!
The central committee!
It says...
"carry on with the execution"
Verschnitzen...!
Now I was really for it.
How could you miss?
He moved.
Shut up!
Go and practice.
I'm so sorry.
Would you mind waiting in your cell?
What a stroke of luck..
My crunchie was totally intact.
I settled down to a quick inter-meal snack.
Next time...
Definitely!
Now, how many have been injured?
Oh, god!
As I lay down to the sound of the russian gentlemen practicing their shooting
I realized I was in a bit of a pickle.
My heart sank as I realized
I should never see the okehampton bypass again.
Come on, dear.
Wake up, dear.
Mother!
Come on, dear.
So... it was all a dream.
No, dear, this is the dream.
You're still in the cell.
Okay, we're going to have another try.
I think we've got it now.
My boys have been looking
Down the wrong bit, you see.
Oh, no, no.
You've got to look down that bit there.
I thought you had to look down that bit.
Oh, no, you've got to look down that bit
Or you won't hit anything.
All right, we'll give it a whirl.
Guards, seize him!
Listen, you've got to look down this bit.