Gav indirectly murders a woman by alerting her captors to his discovery of their secret dungeon in the flat below his. Steve feigns competence in yet another aspect of his life. Log sits in the corner in a big Victorian ruff, dispensing pink champagne truffles like birdseed, each swing of his arm becoming more and more exaggerated until he tumbles forwards from his stool, yelping in pain and confusion as his helpers rush in to assist. Welcome to this week’s Regular FEatuutuers. x
