Brooding, sighing, the Father of the Nation stares into his computer screen before casually, languidly flinging a TV remote at a Civil Service minion who had just whispered bad news about tractor production on the M4 corridor.
Nigel Sincerity, Secretary of State for the Department of Clinging at Straws, approaches cautiously, not thinking it at all unusual to be wearing a cricket box and ice hockey goalkeeper's helmet in the office.
"Prime Minister, we ought really to make some announcement about the by-elections in Glasgow and Norwich. It has been some time since Speaker Martin and Dr Gibson announced their intentions. The voters will be getting restive, thinking we're not serious about democracy or keen to follow through on the expenses scandal, capitalise on it, politically I mean."
The brooding head turns, the greying curlings flicking maniacally, and its good eye swivels and sets on the hapless tribune. "Fuck the voters. What the hell does it have to do with them anyway?"
Fade to black.
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