“I’ve got no balls.”
“But, I’m stripped bare.”
“It’s okay, I’ve got a dildo-bird which makes me happy.”
“Oooh, I’ve got a double headed dildo-bird in my collection, my boyfriend got it.”
“But, my egg’s incubating -”
When the security guard reefed opened the door. “Parliament’s halls are not the place for – what the?”
Three women looked up from their handheld phone screens, blinking. “Are the speeches finished?”
The guard frowned. “We’re closed.”
“Wow, this Pokemon game is addictive.”
“Goodnight, Ladies.” The guard stepped back pointing to the exit, shaking his head at the women in cocktail gowns, as click-clacking heels echoed across the deserted marble foyer.
“Wonder if they have any Pokemon politicians?”
“For breaking promises or the game’s eggs?”
“Hey, let’s go toss a lure in the bar across the road and see what we catch?” And with phones in hand, the game led them astray.
To the ‘Pokemon Princesses’, you know who you are, I said I would… And I did. (*Exits, giggling.)