OF SACRIFICES & THE FRENCH“I find it troubling.”
“Deeply?”
“Of course, you i***t!” Belvedere snapped.
“Sorry,” Monk winced.
“What do you think, Plopkins, do you find it deeply troubling?”
“Is there any other kind, sir?”
“Exactly!”
“Maybe we should put Parkins in charge of homeland defence then?”
“Perkins,” Perkins interjected.
“Was I talking to you, Porklet?”
“Hold your tongue, man.”
“Sorry, Field Marshal, but I am beginning to think this whole thing a joke. No matter how brilliant an empire-saving idea my men and I concoct, it is pooh-poohed in favour of the imbecilic notions of a servant.”
“He’d do a damn site better job than you, Monk, snivelling i***t that you are.”
“Yes, well, we’ll just see about that.” Monk slicked back what remained of his greasy hair and cast a glance
