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Poor Mr Bugg. At least he was able to make a sandwich.

Transcript:

Mr Bugg is lying in bed, covers pulled up and antennae drooping sadly. His expression is one of utmost misery. However, relief is arriving in the form of a smiling Mrs Bugg, bearing a steaming bowl of excellent soup.

The text reads: “Mr Bugg is too sick to do more than a sammich. Now he must have soup.”