Dawn bREaks on Frexit

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Lord Commander Borris Johnson, Master of the Freeport of Antonica smiled up at the rising sun. She winked - and flashedeth unto him her hot toddies. The Lord Commander drank of them (both) and was thoroughly boozed. He strolled by the water closet vanity and paid it no heed as it hurled his *GREAT RADIANCE* back upon his comely shoulders. He was a dashing fellow. The mirror knew this as well as he, himself (exercised appropriately for emphasis).

An MP RUSHED FORWARD and turned *off* the capslock as he stooped low before the High Lord, "Whattofor hath thou donned upon thine crown, noblest withertoof, milord?"
"Grau, grau, finneth pon dine venesow!" He snorted with a haughty smile.
"Huehuehuehue," retorted the little man from a hole in is shoe.
Dawn growled. Dawn laborer and at last the morning sun drop from her glowing anus.
The Lord Commander flushed.