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…Does this mean you have an Idea?
Chief, my metaphorical balls are so lacerated you’d think I had a hypothetical crocodile in my trousers. As you know, its been a few months since you outlined the pot noodle brief, and I don’t mind admitting these past few months have been as fertile as a dead eunuch.
But no longer.
I think not Sir. YOU’RE PROBABLY AWARE THAT we have recently acquired the London Associated Press.
…and I certainly don’t let that stop me
And why should you?
…but its all good publicity…
Uhm actually, Chief. I’m targeting something a little more specific here…
I see, well let’s have it then, lad.
Well Sir, I was CHECKING OUT the titles we’ve acquired, looking for a decent male adult-interest magazine. They have some bloody interesting articles on vintage sports cars- those male adult-interest magazines, you know.
…nothing dirty or shameful in that.
I guess I was trying to take my mind off pot noodles, but no go, I’m afraid. (paces) I was restless, fretful. I could feel it, I could smell it!
Or have we moved into male adult-interest magazines?
Still the idea Chief… I knew it was close… I’d seen something in one of those magazines… But I couldn’t recall… The little Vodafone I keep in the back of my head was trying to dial me, but I guess my brain must have been in a meeting… Then suddenly…
Your brain took the call!
Exactly. The paper I’ve been trying to remember was a magazine for hay fever sufferers, The Peoples Hay Fever Listener Examiner Gazette Magazine - Phlegm. (Hands it over) Or to put it another way; a Pot Noodle. It says here Chief, and get this… They have just invented a machine which is guaranteed to suck in pollen infested air, extract the pollen, and blow the air out again!
I have no objection to milking a few snot noses…
Hmm, yes, but…
…then I am unaware of it
I was…
feather treatment from Lockheart Holdings…
I should say not, but…
But really, Phillip, your secretary should be doing this sort of thing for you.
Chief, hear me out! It says here that the machine takes in oxygen from the air, cleans it, and stores it ready for when Cyril Snotnose feels a tickle coming on, when he can give himself a blast of pure, cool oxygen…
Stores oxygen? What, like a scuba tank?
(v/ excited) YES! But more so… the ad says it incorporates a revolutionary compression process which allows considerable quantities of oxygen to be extracted from the air, and stored for when the sufferer needs to flood the environment with pure nose fodder!
…but I really don’t see
Chief, think bigger, think stunningly big. Think first class cabin baggage allowance. What I’m talking about here is designer air!
My God, it’s enourmous
I’ve done some research in sister fields, Sir. Water, for instance, you can have no concept on how big the ponce water market is, and after all, when you come down to it, what is Perrier? A multi-million pound industry, selling people stuff that falls out of the sky. The French must be absolutely pissing themselves, that’s probably what gives the stuff its acrid taste.