Monty's Brave New Film
Survival is a Dirty Business
'Now you're talking…'
They finished the film with renewed vigour then set off to deal with Tony the old fashioned way, leaving Olga to tidy up.
Exhausted, she plonked herself on the sofa to set about pulling off the rest of her leathers. It took her all of twenty minutes. These earth clothes were so difficult! Why? Humans were such a mass of contradictions, she thought as she spat out the vodka and put the kettle on. They torture themselves on one hand but then, oh then… she reached down between the cushions to where she had hidden the last packet of chocolate hobnobs made before the mothership had released the virus that was supposed to clear all these vermin, … they treated themselves to such sweet ecstasy…
But she was disturbed by her locket buzzing.
'Zimfa!!'
'Yes, Commandant!'
'Have you secured numbers for our final solution?'
'Yes, Commandant there are thirty-seven survivors of variant six on the island. One dose of variant seven should suffice.'
'And you are fully prepared to clear Russia next?'
Zimfa concurred, closed her locket receiver and took a naked selfie to send to the next target, some Russian 'oligarch', lol, as if…!
Then she put her feet up to examine the stats on his 'pornski' app. Mmm! Excellent! Ten more likes on her latest sordid upload and she was on to win the last ever packet of some other earthling delicacy she'd researched called 'Pot Noodle'.
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