Hmmmph!!!!! I like the way you pair have carried on with all the lovey dovey stuff and have forgotten all about poor Mr.Chow.
As luck would have it, I have recently been appraised by an associate of Mr. Chow's... Mr, Hung Lik Orsie.
Mr Chow was not on sabbatical as was first leaked to us by sources with obviously an agenda of their own, but rather he was abducted by aliens with an [unknown to us] reason of their own. Conjecture has it that the specific composition of the rubber in the condoms held a interest for the aliens... not that we'll never know now.
It seems in his desperation to escape the anal probes and unwanted penile implants, Mr. Chow managed to escaped the alien spaceship. Trouble is, when he beamed down, he sadly re-materialised inside a petrol pump, and now he gets high as a kite every time somebody refuels with high octane unleaded.
So, please, anyone who is in possession of a multi-wave quantum powered boimetric materialization spectrometer, please attend the Boulevarde Shell Service Station in Stockholm and render assistance to the poor Mr. Chow. Thank you!!!!!
Station bulletin: Please do not adjust your sets. The past few moments have been controlled by semi-government forces loyal to random silliness and your sets will be returned to normal programming at the next commercial break.
[yeah, I know... one shandy too many and I think I'm friggin' Rod Serling... yeah, yeah... heard it all before and I still don't give a rat's... er, um, supper.]