Whoops Apocalypse Page #5
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Aaaargh!
We must keep the peace process alive...
Death to the Nazi junta! Aaaargh!
I want a session with both ambassadors
as soon as we're in Washington.
Welcome to Jacksonville, Florida...
Two more days
and we shall be in the Caribbean.
From here on, I want
every ship in this fleet,
every sailor, every soldier,
put on red alert.
We're about to enter
Sir... a dispatch just in from London.
Buckingham Palace?
It's Princess Wendy. They want her transferred
off HMS Shropshire and onto this ship.
In secret, to foil the enemy.
Bastards! They should never have
let her come in the first place.
This task force needs a Royal Princess
in the Wrens
like an outbreak of typhus!
Not at all, Your Royal Highness.
We're delighted to have you aboard.
Basically, one wants to be treated like any other
ordinary nursing officer. You understand.
No fuss or favours.
Absolutely not, ma'am. Of course.
This is your cabin.
Thank you.
If those two medical experiments from the press
get wind of this, we've had it.
It'll be like throwing raw meat
to a pack of jackals.
Don't worry, sir. We'll keep
Her Royal Highness well under wraps.
They won't even know she's on board.
- Argh!
- As I thought, Your Highness.
Strangulated hernia in the groin.
It'll have to be surgery.
Shave him, would you, ma'am?
I'll be back in five minutes.
Aaaargh!
- Aargh!
- Aaaargh!
- Aaaargh!
- Oh, my God.
It's not the fact, gentlemen, that one
of my soldiers has just been horribly castrated
by a member of Britain's Royal Family.
It is not even the fact that,
in the blind panic that followed,
a pair of Liptons tea bags were erroneously
sewn back into the patient's scrotum...
...and not discovered until three hours later,
when someone was rinsing out the teapot.
No, gentlemen.
This was the real coup de grce.
This dispatch I found not ten minutes ago
in the wire room.
"Holy chopped meat! Princess Wendy
went whittling with a razor yesterday
and had a ball.
Yes, sirree. Another young soldier
waved goodbye to his loved ones,
as Her Royal Highness
went crazy with the cut-throat
during a routine pre-op shave
on Britain's flagship HMS Lion,
where she was secretly transferred... "
Oh, holy godfathers! Is there any more classified
information you'd like to broadcast to the world?
You are a liability
to every man and woman in this fleet,
and I'm having you put off this ship
at the next island we come to!
I hope they whip the ass off you!
Lousy, stinking mothers.
Jesus!
The main stories this Friday evening.
Edna Burkavitz, the woman who secured
a lock of Frank Sinatra's hair in 1955,
has today sold it back to him
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