London - (Rioters): "Are you the Keymaster?" was all that Prime Mobster Tony Blair's PR chief Ruth Turner could manage to whisper over the intercom when a 5am ring on the doorbell brought Fraud Squad officers who arrested her in their probe of the Bush Administration outreach office's cash-for-peerages scam.
Turner was then lead away for a thorough strip search and bio-metric scan of unique aspects of her anatomy in a technique similar to one used by Keystone Cops in the US Department of Homeland Insecurity which bodyprints British tourist visitors to Disneyland.
It's a classified procedure but said to be like sitting on a photocopier.
Her arrest today relates to perverting the course of justice in a probe about the ennoblement of former IRA hitmen.
Their elevation to the House of Lords was meant to finally nail the coffin on all the ghosts, ghouls and spectres of Hellfire Club grande dame Margaret Thatcher' Admininstration.
This generously erased secret files on Bush Family crime cartels' operations in Northern Ireland under various brand names such as The Provos and the Real IRA.
And wiped out all references to a hybrid monster that Bush Senior and Thatcher bred from their own hideous horny Hellfire loins, who then partnered Dubya's perverted slime to US power by 'taking care' of the Irish Question.
As she struggled back to work after her ordeal at New Scotland Yard this morning, Turner looked sick as a parrot.
A frosty reception at Downing Street only confirmed her worst nightmares: it's a stitch-up, maybe only hours or days away from an Act of God event or something a coroner would subsequently identify as entirely natural causes.
As she trembled at her Number Ten desk, Comet McNaught blazed across the Whitehall Sky, like some messenger of doom and the End of Days.
