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| It was a silly contest, anyway. Didn't want to win it. Really. | |
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| I will lurk in the shadows, perhaps taking a front bench position. My time will come. I can wait. I can wait. | |
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| Subterfuge, thy name is Michael Denzil Xavier! You think you've seen the last of me, eh? Ha ha ha... | |
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| If I lose tomorrow, I'm washed up. I'm 93 and can't possibly contest the leadership again. Out with a whimper, not a bang. | |
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| I will most likely win. Unfortunately, "win" seems to mean being made the laughing stock of the country for four years, before being righteously annihilated at the next general election. | |
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| Civilisation and democracy as we know them have been destroyed, and all I can do is make comics about the Tories. | |
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