LAST TIME: The Producers were shot, Metal Locked v2 was shot. ML: 3.14? What did you say? 3.14: Nothing. Clyde: Nothing's on TV! Flame: Do I care? Clyde: Well, I do! McBoo: God! Nothing to Do! Pesh: What a load of $#!7! McBoo: I know! FM: Well, what's on the radio. YE: We don't have one! FM: Steel, ML - 8@$7@£)! Steel: Why? FM: You don't have a selection of channels for the TV, there's no radio, there's nothing to do... you're bloody retards! ML: Easy! Easy... We'll find something to do, even if it means fighting! Flame: What? Clyde: Yes! ML: Everyone! All: What!? ML: We're going to do something fun! Clyde: I've found my iPod. ML: Bugger! McBoo: You brought an iPod? Clyde: Well... Flame: What you've got on there? Clyde: Nothing much. Bloop: What's going on? ML: Clyde, Flame, Fire Master g