Where are we?
We're in the land of poo. Duck poo, hen poo, cow poo, goat poo. Poo as far as the eye can see.
Here we are then. Out you get.
In fact, it's a British museum of poo.
Have you gone completely insane, Blenkinsop? Mummy would never send me to a place like this. Take me home. [screams as Vincent frightens her] You see?! They are savages. I refuse to leave the car!
Oh, put a sock in it, Ceels! We've got no choice.
Take me home right now!
And you know why we haven't got a choice too. So let's just stop pretending we're here because of bombs.
They're probably cannibals! Did you see that thing out the window?
Greetings, O covered-in-poo people. Do you speak English?
You're early.
Yes, poo man. We've come from far away. Far from the land of soap and indoor toilets.