"Where am I?" "In the village." "What do you want?" "Information." "Whose side are you on?" "That would be telling. We want Information... Information... information!" "You won't get it!" "By hook or by crook, we will." "Who are you?" "Number Two." "Who is Number One?" "You are Number Six." "Bugger that, they're far too short! Why don't I be JPS?" "They don't fit in the machine. You are Number Six!" "Arse'oles am I? I'll be Silk Cut then." "Strike a fucking light, you'll be Number Six and like it!" "Well if that's your attitude I'm going home!" At this point Mr Grade cancelled the show.
