like miss braebrook. but you love miss braebrook! she's the reason you're christian. not anymore. that's all rubbish. i think rubbish is a bit harsh. i don't believe in god anymore. i'm a satanist. i-i think you-- that's an atheist. satanists... do things to goats. i don't care. it's not good to be a christian, because you have to pray for an hour, then you have to get up, have some milk, and sleep for three hours-- i don't think there's anything about drinking milk, is there? there is something about drinking milk! i've been a christian! you can't-- you can't-- see, the thing is, you can't just describe things as rubbish, because you have to treat everybody's views, whatever they believe, with equal respect. what, even idiots? well... even people who want to stab you in the eye with a pencil? even people who want to blow up-- come on, now. look, you should be in bed. off you go. something's obviously happened with miss braebrook. perhaps-- ( shouting continues ) oh, god, they're off again. martin: okay, i did sleep with them, but it didn't mean anything! "okay, i did sleep with t