Like trying to squeeze an elephant into a phonebooth he complains... That's easy his friend says, just hire an industrial mincer, and then - voila! the whole job's done a few hours later. Like trying to fit the world's population onto the Isle of Wight he sighs... His friend comes up with a plan - a couple of atom bombs and everyone reduced to a warm and faintly glowing dust piled up on the island. Give me a few weeks his friend says! He takes his moving problems elsewhere.