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Atticus Finch: Good afternoon, Miss Dubose... My, you look like a picture this afternoon. Scout: [hiding behind Atticus whispering to Jem and Dill] He don't say a picture of what.
Multiple anuses appear in the ceilings of every room in 10 Downing Street. They all seep blood onto the furnishings below.
The Prime Minister orders hundreds of corks to plug the anuses, but none of them arrive as the people who were meant to deliver them can't be bothered.
"I can't bear this any longer!" says the Prime Minister's wife, sheltering underneath an umbrella.
The Prime Minister does not reply. Instead he stands and stares upwards, transfixed by the apocalyptic messages that the anuses are transmitting into his brain.