I've got a better solution, none of that long winded arsing about. Drop em off by hot air balloon on fuckin Alcatraz Island, let the fuckers fend for themselves. They can eat what they catch, that's it.The problem is that no one wants them.
Why don’t we tell them that they are needed for a after dinner speech on a very exclusive yacht? The first night, the crew can make an escape leaving Meggo and Hazzo on their own. Then whenever they approach a port, the country can just close it to them. No one allows them to dock.
Sunshine Sachs can drop food parcels to them. But we also need to make sure they have no access to media on the boat. Lest they bore us with sailing podcasts.
I don’t like to boast, but I think it’s a brilliant solution. We can’t inflict them on anyone. They are too awful. This way, no one has to have them. They can imagine they are sailing on a trillion raindrops of kindness, all nourishing the ground. Really it is pollution and piss, but whatever.
I bet the UN try to contact me. They’re going to be well impressed with my ability to solve tricky diplomatic problems. I might (absolutely definitely) even get on the Honours List....
All of you plebs had better address me by my title when the Queen awards me one. Just saying.
Forgot: when the ropes on the basket get cut, we can have a Tattlers rendition of 'Who gives a duck as we wave them goodbye' rather than the proper version.
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