Boris: Finalally,
I have to admit that I’m afraid of the Brexit. Isn’ it?
Nigel: A Brexit it is.
Boris: I’m
afraid the Brexit will become a Brexisn’t it. Will it?
Nigel: In
my opinion, the Brexit will be, in the end, the exit.
Boris: Exisn’t
it?
Nigel: I’m
not sure I’ m still following you, Boris. Or is it: Borisn’ it?
Boris: Boris
it is.
Nigel: Is
it?
Boris: It
is.
Nigel: Boring.
(awkward silence)
Boris: But
as long as we have our cup of tea…
Nigel: Tea
it is and it ‘ll be. Actualally, such a thing as a Brexit is quite tea-sing. Ha
ha ha…
(another awkward silence)
Nigel:
Let’s sing, Boris. Let’s sing a song. Shall I sing a song for you?
Boris: Let’s have another cup of tea, Nigel, and sing a song. And finalally, find an exit out of the doomed Brexit. Or Brexisn’t it. Anallyway, sing that song, Nigel! Sing that song!
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