It's a hard life, being a computer engineer for a nefarious gang of germanic thievery types!
You get dragged along for your pewter expertese, and what skills are demanded of you?
Well, it would appear you start off by asking Oriental Types for their password. Failing that, get old Grubby Hands to ask him for you. Then when he's deaded, just decrypt his password.
Then sit by a drill whilst the other 5 locks are bored through, and you don't even get to put yer skills to any use on the magnetic locking system.
On the plus side, you get to provide witty banter as you watch the escapades of the FBI on the CCTV.
But what really riled me is that amongst his inane witticisms, he sees the big tanky car, which he refers to as an RV.
Now, to me, an RV means Remote Vehicle (being short for ROV, Remote Operated Vehicle). But there was a certain lack of remote control going on, what with several driving types up front in their camelflange. What made me laugh was when the RV tried to roll up the steps and got stuck, fortitously at the same time the rocket launcher is ready to fire.
But then I realised that it's one of them thicko type things, like the Three Arse. As cretins try to convince you that Arithmetic begins with an R, so the R in RV is the first letter of Armoured Vehicle! Then again, how you you get Maths from Arithmetic - surely it should be Meths, and if they've got meths at school, it's no wonder we've got alchohol dependancy!
And if they've been on the meths in Norfolk, then they'll end up on the cider, and be one of them Farmer's Boys or Wurzels, droivin' an Ooh-Ahr Vee.
Or tractor, as it's more popularly known. Oooh, I'd love to see an armoured tractor! That's one for Kryten & Ted on Scapheap Challenge! I'm writing to Ch4 so The Rogers can tart up as some buxom farmers daughter in a hayloft.
Prahper jahb!
