“merry christmas, Herr Murdoch…” gushed the obsequious, fawning abbott, fumbling with his melting, sweaty toupee…”welcome back!”
“K, Abbott. K. Settle!” barked Roopert.
Look, quite frankly, we are so honoured to be graced by your presence this christmas, this white…white Australian christmas…
K. Just tweeted on way in from Kingsford Smith…
Oh, yes, master? An efficient and deeply masterful stroke of…stroke of the pen of modern technology…I just can’t…
S’enough of that, abbott. Settle! Tweet’s “Australia in deep economic trouble left by last six-year wildly incompetent govt. New govt must take quick, painful actions.”
Oh why thank you, Herr Murdoch…Another present? So soon? Why, than…
Caught American Hustle in the Lear on the way down…decadent nonsense ’bout most people ‘ll believe what they wanna believe.
Indeed, herr murdoch, indeed.
Not really, abbott, not at all really. Most people ‘ll believe what I wan’em ta believe…Uncle Roy Cohn taught me that one…
Indeed, herr murdoch, indeed.
(TBC)
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