R. ST. SWITHIN: The wombles are essentially parasitic creatures
GRAHAM-72: I'd never thought of it like that
R. ST. SWITHIN: You should, Graham, you should
GRAHAM-72: Scrounging sods really
R. ST. SWITHIN: Yes, Graham! Exactly. They feed off the rest of us
R. ST. SWITHIN: Also, their noses are suspiciously large, it strikes me
GRAHAM-72: Yeah, now you come to mention it
R. ST. SWITHIN: And their theme song! Quite sinister, even taunting
R. ST. SWITHIN: 'People don't notice us, they never see'
R. ST. SWITHIN: This hidden cabal of thieves and manipulators unsuspected by all, pulling the strings in the shadows
R. ST. SWITHIN: And then, 'Wombles are organized, work as a team.' Of course they do. They look after their own
GRAHAM-72: Bastards
R. ST. SWITHIN: And breeding like vermin in their dank little hole. How overcrowded it is! It would be better if there were less of them, would it not?
GRAHAM-72: Too right
R. ST. SWITHIN: What would you do to the Wombles, Graham?
GRAHAM-72: I'd gas the fuckers, me
R. ST. SWITHIN: I beg your pardon?
GRAHAM-72: I'd gas them. Bomb them. Wipe them off the map
R. ST. SWITHIN: You would? You really would?
GRAHAM-72: God yeah. Annihilate them without mercy
R. ST. SWITHIN: Look here. This may seem like an unusual question, but...
R. ST. SWITHIN: How do you feel about fascism?
GRAHAM-72: It's the only way forward
R. ST. SWITHIN: Oh joy!
R. ST. SWITHIN: Oh joy of joys!
R. ST. SWITHIN: Listen to me, Graham. This could be the most important thing you ever hear in your life. We have a little group that meets on Thursdays to discuss this kind of matter
GRAHAM-72: I know
GRAHAM-72: I'm already a member
GRAHAM-72: You sent me here to make new recruits, remember?
R. ST. SWITHIN: Ah
R. ST. SWITHIN: Dash it
R. ST. SWITHIN: Right, split up, you take Magic Roundabout and I'll try the Double Deckers