Thorn writes: The little shits are always trying to provoke me. Everyone provokes me. That is why I have ordered the village workmen to paint over these horrendous looking stairs in a lovely municipal grey. That'll show them.
But the more the grey men fumed and painted the more the village children painted....
Furious that the rainbow revolution went completely unopposed by his own supporters (who don't understand symbolism anyway) Thorn began to pen a revenge speech.
Thorn wrote: My riot police have suffered so much at the hands of the brownie and cub scouts. They have suffered endless provocation. Flowers thrust in front of their faces. Glasses of undoubtedly poisoned lemonade offered. And bullets. Oh yes. Real ones. Shot at my policemen.
Toady: O lord and mighty one.
Thorn: Yes, yes, yes, what do you want now ?
Toady: It is against our religion to lie. It is a sin. To lie. About um.... the bullets. No shots have ever been fired.
Thorn: I read that shots had been fired.
Toady: Yes Efendi. Our policeman shot and killed a protester.
Thorn: But our man was shooting back, surely?
Toady: If my lord wishes it so...
Later that day.....
Thorn has just appeared on a particularly smarmy TV show in which he has been praised for his achievements..... endlessly.
Thorn: Note to self. Must buy that nice TV presenter some sex lube. His butt must be so sore.
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