When I diagram the phrase 'Prime Minister' and really get down to business and think about it, I think a Prime Minister should be like a priest who gives out steak instead of wafers during confession.
And really good high quality New York Prime Rib or something.
Not some weak ass bologna steak.
I would sit in the apology booth (by the way, that's what I think the Confessional should be called, or failing that, the 'Sorry Closet') with my mouth agape:
"So Prime Minister...we meet again. Perhaps the meat is on the other foot."
Confused he would mutter, "....What, my son?"
And I would answer, "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about footmeat or something."
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Footmeat! :)
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