MASTER: A glorious day! Downing Street rebuilt, the Cabinet in session. Let the work of government begin. *He throws the files he has just been given into the air.* MASTER: Oh, go on. Crack a smile. Its funny, isnt it? Albert, funny? No? Little bit? DUMFRIES: Very funny, sir. But if we could get down to business, there is the matter of policy, of which we have very little. MASTER: No, no, no, no. Before we start all that, I just want to say thank you. Thank you, one and all. You ugly, fat faced bunch of wet, snivelling traitors. DUMFRIES: Yes, quite, very funny. But I think- MASTER: No. No, that wasnt funny. You see, Im not making myself very clear. Funny is like this. *Big grin, wide eyes.* MASTER: Not funny is like this. *Deep scowl and frown.* MASTER: And right now, Im not like *grin* Im like *frown* because you... are... traitors. Yes, you are! As soon as you saw the vote swinging my way, you abandoned your parties and you jumped on the Saxon bandwagon. So //this// is your reward. *The Master puts on an oxygen mask.* DUMFRIES: Excuse me, Prime Minister. Do you mind my asking, what is that? MASTER: *muffled* Its a gas mask. DUMFRIES: I beg your pardon? MASTER: Its a gas mask. DUMFRIES: Yes, but, er, why are you wearing it? MASTER: *muffled* Well, because of the gas. DUMFRIES: Im sorry? MASTER: Because of the gas. DUMFRIES: What gas? MASTER: (muffled) This gas. *The conference telephone sets pop up and squirt gas at the Cabinet and officials.* DUMFRIES: Youre insane! *The Master gives the thumbs up sign as Dumfries and the rest of his colleagues die, then starts tapping out a rhythm of four on the table.*
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