Sir Stammer and Angela Rainman breathe a sigh of relief

 Inside Sir Stammer's office, Angela Rainman poured her usual. Cool Smirnoff Ice with a Tizer chaser. Sir Stammer and Rainman clinked glasses, Smirnoff Ice plopping on to the parliamentary carpet. Might have stained it. 

"Well... fuck knows how we got away with that", she mused, slurping back the mixture. 

"Beergate? What Beergate!?", laughed Sir Stammer knowingly, tapping his Jamil Fox It4U badge while his long lizard's tongue tapped a pile of brown envelopes. "These are more powerful than video".

He reached into his locked desk drawer, grabbed a tin and gobbed its contents onto atop his head, slathering his hair sidewards whilst adjusting his glasses. A prezzie from the late Deirdre Barlow. 

"So what do we do now, Sir Stammer... or dare I say... Prime Minister?" Rainman leered her own lizard's tongue caressing his leathery cheek, her hoof pressing against his leg. 

"Don't! Don't jinx it! Call me... Future... Future World King...", whispered Sir Stammer. They both laughed until they threw up their Monster Munch. Flaming Hot flavour.

As they calmed down, they both looked into the distance. Their skin began unzipping in a horrid primal sludge. The skins fell on the floor in a bloody heap. 

New beings had arrived. They were unmistakable. Wallace and Caren Blondson surveyed the wreckage. "World King 2.0", laughed Blondson, finishing the Tizer.


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