“Julie, how are the tablets?” asked Tony.

“Pretty good, thank you Tony. When I joined you on our run this morning, the right one seems to be disappearing a bit…”

“Already? That’s smashing Julie, smashing.”

Pleasantries over with, they got down to their business:

“Tony, go harder. Much harder.”

“Julie, quite frankly, can I go harder than Nauru?”

“Yes, Tony, yes, we believe in you. With God on our side and our media apparatus to play with, what in the world is there to worry about?”

“Julie, moving forwards on a united froont…I’d like to share with you some designs that Leni Reeferstool has knockled up. This is the direction for the autumn rallies…”

“Oh I love the trousers, Tony. Really, really super. The woman has a deft touch…deft.”

“And here are the pendants…she’s mined the archives somewhat, but the little red armbands with the white circles are just MADE for our motif. Just divine, umm, quite frankly..”

“Tony?”

“Yes, Julie?”

“Tony. I shall wear those  trousers. I shallll…bahooo…snork..”

“My love, listen to me…err, umm, listen to me. You shall wear those trousers. You’ll wear them with panache, with pride…and at the end of the day…”