Excuse me sir!
"Bit of a cock-up on the clerical front. Do you mind if we come in and have a little chat with you about your responsibility to delete the aforesaid clerically cocked up stuff?"
"Good consternoon afterble, by all means, do bumble in, Occifer."
"We wuzh jusht 'avin' a liddle afshternoons refrejmunts. S'not aginst der law izzit?".
"Ha, ha - ha ha".
(Cue much merriment at no. 23 Acacia Avenue - curtains twitching left right and centre)
"And afjter oll, if you've got somethin' wrong, you've done somethin' to hide." (Burp!)
(Wide eyed loon smile from Mrs. Parker [Nosey to her friends, but that's just because of her rather large facial appendage]).
"Come in. Come in!".
Officer Afterble bumbles upstairs to the familial computer viewing wing of the house.
Little Milly and little Billy are gathered around the screen. Eyes agog, mouths ajar. Motionless, save for a slight almost imperceptible shake. Body temperatures slightly lowered. Faint bluish tinge to lips. (It's true what they say - you never forget your first bodily mutilation video - but there'll be plenty of time for sweet reminiscing later on in their little lives)
"We wuzh juzt washing one of dem der dee dee capitation viddyos, Occifer. On zer gud book".
"Snot againsht da lawz izzit?".
"Ha ha, ee eeh." (Cough, hackup and splutter - gobules hitting the screen where poor old Ahmed Amrilliwollah's head used to be, making him look as if he has [or rather had] an extremely bad case of the Afghani Flu)
"Ah, hum yes", proffers Occifer Afterble. "I mean, No, no. Not against the law. Not yet, anyway".
(Not until you start enjoying it too much anyway, he silently thinks to himself, but thinks better of saying out loud)
He faintly smiles.
"Yes, I understand you were recently sent something by mistake...."
"Oh fuck it, I will have that drink after all - make it a double 'n all!"
Can anyone else see what is wrong with this picture?
Just what have we come to? Really. What have we become?
Is there any fucking hope at all for humanity at this point?