A man and a woman sit on a park bench near a bycicle path in Dorking.
- He cuts a repugnat figure in his riding jacket, wouldn't you say, Ned?
- A more disfigured hero I have never set eyes upon.
- Yes, shame about the trajectory...
- Not at all, Eliza. I would say it was a stroke of serendipity!
- Well, if it weren't for the colonic I don't think we'd be having this conversation.
- True. [pause] Look, he's stopping
- He looks a bit forlorn, should we ask for an autograph?
- What about the manure?
- It'll wash off. C'mon, don't you want to bask in the glory of saying we actually spoke to him? The guy's practically a national treasure.
- If he's nominated for a CBE it will be to his own amazement. Trust me.
- Shame. Fancy getting a coke instead?
- Yeah.
Your turn:
swat, juniper berries, trickster, numerous, muchness, ovulating, overwrought, hurry, morphine, remove
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