I'll put the kettle on. Sure.

Easy on the milk, Shaky Hands.

OK, people, abandon phones all ye who enter here.

And watches, too. Time is a leash on the dog of ideas

This is like some weird inverted Dodge City.

Presumably we're allowed to keep our six shooters. I might want to blow my brains out.

Stewart, my son's coming back from a school trip

and I'm gonna need to find out what time the coaches are arriving.

Sorry, Mary, same rules for everyone.

Reception will take a message, yeah,

but I mean we all have children, yeah? I don't literally but...

OK, lovely people. Let's go truffling in the forest of knowledge.

Come on, quick. Quick. Fuck, fuck, it's hot.

Jesus Christ. What's happened?

Is this the start of some zombie apocalypse?

What are you guys doing in?

Well, work comes first with me, Adam. You know that.

Protestant ethic. Not that I'm at all anti-Catholic.

You're in for...? A meeting with Fergus.

Heads up. Lady and the Tramp are in, too.

Yeah, I know. Cheers. Just make sure you copy me in on any minutes. OK.

How about you copy that, yeah?

Cos it's party business. It's not ministerial.

The meeting is in the department.

While Peter is absent, I'm his surrogate - the king's hand.

Yeah. Finish him off with that hand as well, do you?

Prick.

I may... I may be needed. I've been needed in the past.

OK, people. I'd like to start this session with a question.

When is a party not a party?

When it's at your house? Peter!

A party is not a party when it is plural.

There she is, the party, singular.

She thinks like you, she votes like you, she is not you

and yet of course she is you.

HE SIGHS I feel like I've joined the Scientologists.