Satiricus was quite upset with the initiative one Minister from his KFC party had taken. He’d hoped to bring up the matter to one of the big ones, but nowadays they didn’t even show up at the spanking new party HQ. Satiricus remembered fondly how his leader Rum Jhaat had bigged up the fella who’d built it for the party. But then Trot Man had to spoil it by mentioning it was a “political investment”. The memory just deepened his foul mood as he slouched to the back of the Back Street Bar.
“I don’t know what we’ll do with some of these politicians!” Satiricus exploded as he slid into his seat and picked up the waiting bottle of beer.
“Ah who yuh talk ‘bout?” enquired Bungi. “Abee palatishan no gat none pawah…suh yuh cyan complain ‘bout dem!”
“Sad to say,” said Satiricus sourly. “I’m talking about one of my KFC Ministers.”
“Wha’ dem do?” asked Cappo, perking up. “Dem gi’e demself wan ‘nadda 50% raise??!”
“C’mon fellas,” said Hari. “Let’s give Sato a chance to get his gripe off his chest. Is it the Valentine Accord to be renegotiated by Trot Man?”
“Let’s not even talk about THAT!” exploded Satiricus with even more vigour. “Once my leader Nagga Man returns, he’ll take care of that!”
“Leh abee drink to ‘e safe recovery,” said Cappo, as they all clinked bottles. “Po’ chap.”
“Suh wha’ really a badda yuh, Sato?” asked Bungi after they put their bottles down.
“Well, imagine my KFC Minister Katty announce she will issue a postage stamp for Sheddi!” exploded Satiricus.
“OK, Sato,” said Hari, “we know you’re KFC. But what’s wrong with honouring the man who’s the father of the nation?”
“And de Pee-an–ee and de KFC all come fram Sheddi Pee-Pee-Cee, yuh know,” said Cappo.
“I don’t mind honouring the old man,” said Satiricus.
“So wha’ wrang den?” demanded Bungi.
“With the stamp, we’ll all have to lick his behind now!!” complained Satiricus.
