Look, they know I’m going to open the fridge and pull out my lunch. They know that I will eat it at some point during the day. They know I will see any drawings made of them. This should not have come as a surprise, is all I’m saying.

Transcript:

Mr and Mrs Bugg stand bare, their stripes littering the ground behind them. Their hands are strategically positioned to cover their private bits, presumably. Their expressions are those of wide-eyed horror, and Mr Bugg holds up a hand to stop us looking further.

The text reads: “Sometimes the Buggs like to get nekid. But they didn’t expect you.”