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I'm stoned and pished, so please excuse this strip.
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| Ken Clarke Esquire! Dude! | |
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| George Iain Duncan Smith! Only the winner can go back in time! Sadly, it looks like that'll be you. | |
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The usual thoughtful, on-the-mark satire will resume presently.
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| Like, those two idiots running for the Tory leadership aren't really us! They're evil robot uses! | |
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| Mr. Corleone is a man who insists on hearing bad news immediately. Oops, wrong film. | |
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| You've sunk my battleship! | |
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| Excuse me, Death, but, uh, your shoelaces are untied. MOHH! | |
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