Mr Gordo drabble
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beer_good_foamyI'm sorry, but I just had to. Days like this just don't come that often.
Pig In The City
The room was a retreat, hidden behind a door that seemed to lead to a broom closet at #10. Soundproof, electromagnetically shielded, locks on the inside, only a tiny ventilation shaft.
The PM poured himself a whisky and let out a deep breath. Finally some Me time, away from the press and social media and -
Thump.
"Who's there?" Stupid question. He was alone in here. Nothing could get in unless it was the size of…
The small plush pig stalked out of the shadows, fixing him with its stare. "The name's Gordo, Prime Minister. Let's have a chat, shall we?"
As I've been away from the Internet, I should check in, but surely a Sunday should be pretty slo-- OH JESUS COME ON pic.twitter.com/isWusNjTbK
— John Scalzi (@scalzi) 21 september 2015Pig In The City
The room was a retreat, hidden behind a door that seemed to lead to a broom closet at #10. Soundproof, electromagnetically shielded, locks on the inside, only a tiny ventilation shaft.
The PM poured himself a whisky and let out a deep breath. Finally some Me time, away from the press and social media and -
Thump.
"Who's there?" Stupid question. He was alone in here. Nothing could get in unless it was the size of…
The small plush pig stalked out of the shadows, fixing him with its stare. "The name's Gordo, Prime Minister. Let's have a chat, shall we?"
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