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Somewhere... not near anyone else...

The Conversation Street jingle plays, Hammond hits Clarkson over the head with a bottle. It really hurt. It was supposed to be a pretend bottle.

Jeremy Clarkson: Hello everyone!
Richard Hammond: Yes, we are back to everyone's surprise and no one's excitement.
James May: How we are, well we haven't figured that out yet and probably never will.
Jeremy Clarkson: Anyway, the Hertfordshire and Jammbo curling team.
James May: They are called Herts' Heavenly Host Jammboree. Quite a good wordplay there actually.
Jeremy Clarkson: Known as Glacier Doughnuts or The Snowstorm Shrine, it is said by its fans to have been chosen by the shrine god of Hertfordian/Jammbian legend to represent the cold land they call home, they're preparing for their first ever bout in an international competition.
Richard Hammond: All of them were experienced in other sports, but had never done curling on a stage such as the Bonspiel. They are subtly confident however, a sort of understated confidence. After all, Hertfordshire & Jammbo have built a tradition of dominating TWP sport.
James May: However that is an entirely different world, and its not even certain if the many successes of H&J even count for anything here in The Sasquatch Republic where the Bonspiel is being held. We would guess that they don't. Yeah, let's go with that.
Jeremy Clarkson: I think we should let the 5 members - Mizore, Shirou, Embry, Faust & Peko - get things done before we start performing our usual arguments followed by an accident.
Richard Hammond: Actually I say we can get through this without a single mishap.
James May: Pffft.
Jeremy Clarkson: Wanna bet?
James May: Alright, I bet my grand piano.
Richard Hammond: I'm betting Oliver.
Jeremy Clarkson: I'll bet my prize drumkit.
James May: So that's now on. I shall prove to you two that my confidence is placed well.
Jeremy Clarkson: Yes and on that we shall bid farewell. These will be much shorter than what we usually do for the record. Take care, goodnight!

Screen fades to black, then fades to white again as Clarkov Jammbonevych Furutani, the notoriously shy (and weird) Hertfordian/Jammbian Prime Minister, appears out of nowhere in the Conversation Street studio, spots the camera quickly becoming flustered as he realizes what's going on and gives the lightest of smiles & waves to the audience.