The rottweiler has returned. Foaming at the mouth and spitting chicken feathers, Lord Tebbit of Toryland, rages at the lack lustre performance of his lapdog, Cameron in the debate of the three terrors.
"Terrors," he screamed, "bloody timid Terriers, tails stuck between their legs"
"Cameron, I gave him days of personal tuition, how to go for the jugular, rip those namby pamby, ponces to shreds. A damn Liberal beats him, it's a disgrace, I tell you, losing to a loser. A Liberal, a guy who speaks 5 languages, likes those froggies and krauts" the rottweiler growled, "ach you made me mention those damn foreigners, keep them away from me, I'll bite the arse off them all."
" That dumb arse Brown, useless, no good to man or beast. Can't tell a 69 from a 99"
"Cameron had better improve or I'm off to UKIP. They understand underhand, dirty tricks and plotting behind closed wine bar doors. Nigel Faberge gave them what for in the Parliament. Get me my darling Maggie, we've got a war to plan for. Yes, those Scottish bastards are getting out of hand, we'll turn on them. Say, they won't support Engerland, Engerland in South Arfica. That will wind the Little Engerlanders up."
Come on Engerland you can do it, dump that Scottish numpty Brown in the Thames.