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[f_ckitybye]

[Malc needed someone to terrorise and so he went off in search of Columbus, only to discover he's nowhere to be found.]

So has Christopher Robin fucked back off to the fucking Hundred Acre Wood, then?

Not even two months and one fucking warden already gone. This is better than my first two months in Whitehall.

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of all the things he could say...

[doeswhatido]

What year was it when you entered Whitehall?

[f_ckitybye]

1997, when Labour got voted in.

[doeswhatido]

Ah, yes...ten years ago. Whitehall's security still leaves much to be desired.

[f_ckitybye]

You got first-hand fucking knowledge of it, then?

[doeswhatido]

The first of the year 2001 and 2002 and then later the year in 2004, yes.

[f_ckitybye]

Why do I get the feeling you weren't with some fucking NGO or foreign diplomatic delegation?

[doeswhatido]

Because you're smarter than that, or at least I'm thinking you are.

Strikes unreadable - Malc's all "I'd have remembered that if..."

[f_ckitybye]

You'll go far. Another fucking fic Jesus Christ, is there anyone real on this

it's okay we love him anyway.

[doeswhatido]

Too bad we never met.

[f_ckitybye]

If you say so, chum.

[doeswhatido]

What PM did you work for?

[f_ckitybye]

Same one as you'd have met when you were there. And when he stepped down, Tom "Nutter" Davis.

[nnnnng fuck you, Armando Iannucci, for not giving a name to Tom's predecessor]

[doeswhatido]

I know Tony Blair, but I wasn't sure if we were from the same...world, you could say, as each other. Blair always seemed like a nice guy.

[[:(]]

[f_ckitybye]

What the fuck kind of a joke name is Blair

Yeah, well, I reckon we must be from different worlds, then. Seems to be a fuckload of that going around.

[Malc can see the fourth wall now, but he reckons it's the other guy's, not his. Someday the shoe will drop, though.]

[doeswhatido]

...you wouldn't happen to know the name "Vladmir Putin," would you?

[[ooc. oh baby, ONE DAY IT WILL.]]

[f_ckitybye]

I've met the bastard.