Good day to you and welcome along to another episode of Athletical Passnips. I hope you're

well and staying safe as we all wait for this current life storm to pass.

Imagine a day in the near future as you sit on a beach somewhere hot and sunny, almost

uncomfortably hot, sand between your toes and a cool drink in your hand. This is what

you have waited for. As you gaze upon the blue sea, the heavenly vision is destroyed

as a near-hell, a soul-man emerges from the water and staggers towards you, fruffering

something wet, slimy and stinking from his abnormally small hand. You're a triumph of a

rage, I think they're hell-pronged. He shouts as he presses of seawing into your face and

begins to cry. It's of course my co-host, Mr. Bob Mortimer.

A little seaman with your tiny twat hands. Oh Mr. Hell-prong, how we cursed the day you were

born. Oh Bob, that was nice. Bottle so cruel. Yeah, a little bit. But that's our

bettonial, you were buds at like it. Good start.

What's Hell-prongs? Do you consider a prongs a successful type of fish? Act of God.

Do you like them? I do. Well, I mentioned to you before, I've still got a prong ring

in me for either, and it is taunting me. I reckon I'm on the cusp of it being poisonous

now because I've got it before Christmas. Well, like I say. I need to, as they say,

shit, I'll get off the pot. You need to, I thought you were going to have a yes here.

I'm going to start off with a quiz. What do you think of that? It's bald. Yeah, I'm

going to go along with it. It's usual format, cost of items, everyday items, cheapness

to most expensive of vice versa. It's called Andy, Boeing, PARP, PORK, PRAINOS, THWACK

Dying Princes. Oh, yeah. Banking boom balls. Give me just a little more time. Time, time,

time. So Andrew, the three items are all test scores, yeah? Tinned meats from test scores.

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