Dave: Ah, come in Andrew, take a seat. I trust you watched the induction video in reception?
Andrew: Oh.. er not really. I was watching my portfolio on my phone.
Dave: Come now , Andrew. We know what we’re here for. I’ve to give you a good talking to and take away your tiffin rights for a year. This is not easy for me.
Andrew: I knew it would come to this *slumps shoulders* *hangmong expression*
Dave: Don’t worry Andrew. It will turn out fine. Should blow over in a year or so.
Andrew: I’m all at sea, Prime Minister.
Dave: How so? You know the drill, chap.
Andrew: It’s just that… I don’t care about the money.. *does the oodles dance* .. it’s the ability to set intractable problems for publicly employed imbeciles that I’ll really miss.
David: *adjusts tie* We’ll all miss that in 2015, chap. *dabs eye with napkin*. But to other matters. We’re busy writing the Queen’s honours list. Would Sir Andrew care to go quietly and with decorum?
Sir Andrew: Naturally, Prime Minister. It has been my most profound pleasure to serve me.
David: Likewise, Sir Andrew. I say, pass your wife, would you?
Sir Andrew: Tell her not to wake me back when she get’s back.
Meh.
AJ
