PM PM is being driven in his black, number-plateless, Benz into La Brea to cut some ribbon or turn some switch to mark the start of the construction of the power plant for the aluminum smelter when he got a shock of his life. It is the loophole he always wanted and immediately calls AG JJ.
JJ “Yes PM PM”
PM PM “Ent yuh hah to be from La Brea to protest the smelter?”
JJ “Duh! Everybody know dat”
PM PM “Well boy, ah hah ah surprise for yuh. I ain see a sole from La Brea an ah know a La Brea citizen wen ah see one. All dem protesters from somewhere else.”
JJ “Yuh wan tuh geh dem arrested. Ah goe call de Immigration people now, now. Dem feel is only passport we paying dem for. It aint hah no DPP in dat, yuh know.”
PM PM “Nut yet. Ah seeing cameras and one or two ah dem damn bloggers”
JJ “We go arrest dem too. Anybody who hurt yuh feelings ah go lock up. Ah pissing mad now. Hole mih back!”
PM PM “Cool it JJ, like yuh had pent up hostilities in London boy. Is ah good thing ah had yuh released.”
JJ “Ah bad ah tell yuh! I luve yuh too much master. If yuh ask mih to bite them ah go ask yuh which cheek.
PM PM “Good boy. Good boy. Look, I going to tell them reporters like it is. We billing this smelter for La Brea and not the country. Leh we see how dey goe argue that. Is one set ah dunce in them papers yes.”
JJ “Yuh aint hah tu tell me about dunce!”