Stiff Upper, and So Forth

"I have London on the line, sir."

"What do they want?"

"They're asking about the penguins."

"The penguins?"

"Yes, remember, penguins is the codeword . . ."

"For what?!"

"You know, sir, the uh, devices . . . the prophylactics. . ."

"The prophylactics?! What the hell is that supposed to be?"

"Oh, sir, please. The rubbers. The con-domes…"

"Ah, yes. Well, tell them we've got that situation under control. And Jenkins?"

"Yes sir?"

"I'm sorry I snapped. It's just that I'm fused to this desk, and . . . well, you know . . . It puts one off one's game."

"Very good sir."

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Alltop is fused to its computers. Thanks to Midnight-digital for the brilliant pic. Originally published, April, 2009.