Simpering Master of Platitudes: Shefu, a terrible storm is brewing out there!
Shefu Barabas: What storm?
Simpering Master of Platitudes: The peasants have gotten the word one of your 50 miriyoni sons is suspected of engaging in a virus embezzlement.
Panic-stricken Shefu Barabas: Virus! What virus?
Mortified Simpering Master of Platitudes: Sorry Shefu, I did not intend to cause unnecessary panic and despondency. I meant Covid-19 but not that other one.
Relieved and Sweating Shefu Barabas: What was you saying about them peasants?
Simpering Master of Platitudes: They are agitated, Shefu.
Shefu Barabas: What?
Simpering Master of Platitudes: They are calling you Chepfu as in deadly poison.
Shefu Barabas: We need Coup-e.
Simpering Master of Platitudes: Do we need another putsch, Chepfu, oh sorry, I mean Shefu?
Shefu Barabas: You simpering idiot! I mean Tsoko Coup-e.
Simpering Master of Platitudes: Eeeeeh, I will go and find that monkey putsch, then.
Shefu Barabas: Good. Find that monkey.
Simpering Master of Platitudes: Remind me again che...Shefu, how did we end up with this monkey?
Shefu Barabas: You have already forgotten how we started this conversation, right?
Simpering Master of Platitudes: Yes Chhhh...Shefu.
Shefu Barabas: Good. The peasants will similarly forget about one of my 50 miriyoni sons so they can talk about Tsoko Coup-e.
Simpering Master of Platitudes: You are wise, Shefu. You want us to throw a shining object so that the peasants can forget about that vir...Covid-19 since they will be fully occupied with the monkey's state-assisted shenanigans....
Laughing Shefu Barabas: Even that monkey Chunhu Chedu....
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