Are you **** me about?
I've just come from a briefing with a nine year old child.
Oh, you're talking about A.J. He's one of our top guys. He's one of our brightest and best.
Yeah, well his briefing notes were written in Alphabetti Spaghetti. When I left I nearly tripped over his **** umbilical cord.
Well I'm sorry that it troubles you that our people achieve excellence at such an early age. But can we just move on to what's really important? Now I understand that your Prime Minister has asked you to supply us with some, let's say "fresh", British Intelligence, is that true?
Yeah, apparently your **** master race of highly-gifted toddlers can't get the job done...
All right.
...between breast feeds and playing with their Power Rangers, so an actual grown-up has been asked to **** bail you out.
