Pets2001

Hamish:
[Voiceover] My name is... Hamish. I'm thirty five years old and in less than a week, I'll be dead. In a way, I'm dead already... Look at that poor bastard on the kitchen table, being operated on by an unqualified parrot and a drug dependant cat. Funny thing is, this is the high point of my day... It's all downhill from here... So that's a vacuum cleaner and this is my life. Ha! You'd think I wouldn't miss it so much...

JP:
It's hopeless! It's jammed solid! It won't budge!

Davina:
What are you going to do, then?

JP:
Well, we have a difficult decision to make.

Davina:
You mean?

JP:
Yes, it's either the patient, or the hoover, I can't save both of them. What will it be?

Davina:
We really need that hoover.

JP:
Yes, we do!

Hamish:
[Voiceover] Nice people, eh? Or at least I thought they were, just one short week ago...