"It's not very comfortable, is it?"
"No, Prime Minister."
"And quite damp."
"Yes, Prime Minister."
"Something of a downgrade, from the shed."
"Yes, Prime Minister."
"In fact, even the bunker was probably a tad nicer than this . . . this . . ."
"Cave, Prime Minister?"
"Well, yes, I suppose so. I was thinking more along the lines of 'dank, cramped hole in the ground' but I suppose cave will do.
"I suppose so, Prime Minister."
"Do you think it's still raining?"
"Judging by the roaring sound coming from outside, I suspect it is, Prime Minister."
"Pity. I had thought I might pop out for a quick walk."
"I don't think that would be wise, Prime Minister. The young ladies and the gentleman in the hard-hat were very insistent about us staying in the cave, until they came back."
"Yes, I suppose you're right. Quite a strange fellow, wasn't he? I mean, that silly hat clashed terribly with his suit. Armani, I believe."
"The suit or the hat, Prime Minister?"
"The suit, of course. I have several myself. Still, at least the young ladies looked quite fetching, in those jumpsuit thingies they were wearing. Particularly the smaller of the two. You know, the one that beat you up. What was her name, again?"
"Mel, Prime Minister. And I must say, in my defence, she took me by surprise."
"Yes, yes, of course, old boy. I seem to recall that she took you by surprise a good half a dozen times. But that outfit of hers was most eye-catching. Magenta, would you say?"
"I thought it was more of a cerise, Prime Minister."
"Hmm, you may be right. Well, we've certainly had an interesting couple of days, haven't we, old fellow?"
"Indeed, Prime Minister."
"Oh, yes. Escaping exploding prime-ministerial residences, hiding out in secret bunkers, embarking on epic winning streaks at Monopoly, riding in stolen space-tanks, relaxing in sheds, avoiding capture by alien hordes, and now roughing it in a drafty cave, deep in the heart of the rainforest."
"Yes, Prime Minister. Interesting is just the word I was thinking of."
"Ah, well. At least the young ladies were kind enough to provide us with a lantern and a deck of cards. Plus, we have the last bottle of home-brew, to keep us company."
"Yes, Prime Minister. It's just a shame that we didn't bring the bottle-opener."
"What? This is an outrage! How on Earth could you have forg—"
"Only joking, Prime Minister. Here it is."
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