Sew… Solomon was a busted flush; how ’bout Foggy… *raises eyebrow… Arty, Click… shall we get on with it?*

*******

AA: Er, Carl! Very warm… Listen, we have reality show royalty, hear…

CARL: Thank you.

AA: Did you-did you keep it?

CARL: It died. It didn’t even make it to the airport, mate.

AA: Oh really?

CARL: No.

*AA chuckles*

CARL: No, I wasn’t even allowed thro’ customs with it.

AA: Ahh… Now, Carl. Back to-back to you p-former car-ear, you obviously, if you can just remember back b4… er the jungle.

*CARL goes to speak, AA continues over him*

AA: Only the most successful Superbike champion… Of. All. Time.

CARL: Yeah, I can just about remember that… I’ve had a few crashes, a few bangs on the head but I can just about remember that. I used to race motorbikes…

AA Watts the-watts the fastest you’ve ever been on a bike?

CARL: But nowadays the guys are up to two hundred and 15 now, sew you gno *nods appreciatively*

AA: Ah now, Carl. This board *waves at bored* It’s all got a lot easier now, thanks to Solomon.

SOLOMON: *laughs out loud*

*scoreboard descends from 100*

AA: It is right…

*CARL mouths ‘come on-come-on’ repeatedly*

*Scoreboard points level thumps*

AA: 38.