It takes a while for them actually to get around to discussing the situation, because Richard is laughing uncontrollably for almost half an hour. Jeremy irritably kicks his shoe on occasion - he's probably going for the ankle, but he can't reach - which just makes Hammond laugh harder.

"You have no right to ever call me 'Hamster' again," Richard says, eventually, when he's caught his breath. "How tall are you?"

"Ten inches?" Jeremy suggests. "About that. Which would be very impressive if I were a cock."

Richard is momentarily too appalled to respond, so James is the one to say the obligatory, "You are."

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It's funnier before Jeremy starts coming up with plans that are definitely going to get him and possibly going to get everyone in the world killed.

"Jeremy," Richard says. "You can't drive."

"I can. I'm a brilliant driver."

"You can't drive like this. It won't work."

"It will work perfectly," Jeremy insists, clambering with some effort onto the steering wheel. "I will be awarded a Nobel Prize for my research into driving for people with Stig-induced handicaps."

There is a pause.

"I'm not going to be able to reach the accelerator from here, am I?"

"No," Richard says, with some relief. "No, you're not."

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"And now, the news," James says. "As the more astute amongst you may have noticed, Jeremy Clarkson is six inches tall."

"I'm not!" Jeremy bellows, for approximately the seventeenth time. "The camera's just far away!"

James and Richard, for the benefit of the audience at home, give the camera a sceptical glance.

"And it's ten inches, anyway. Or it would be if I'd actually been shrunk. Which I've not."

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"We've actually got a surprise challenge for you, Jeremy," Richard says, beaming, and he draws back the screen to reveal the large collection of toy cars.

Jeremy doesn't stop swearing for the rest of the show.