Sargon and PJW sit in the ruins of the last Tesco, their food ran out 5 days ago. Paul is ever optimistic “look as this, could we have ever achieved this while weighed down by Brussels bureaucrats?” as the wind howls through the broken windows. The sound of the two old friends chatting has attracted scavengers.
A young girl of Pakistani decent had heard them and hoped they had food, not recognising who they were. As she approached Paul takes notice. “Imagine my shock” words Sargon knew all too well. He couldn’t bear to watch would happen next. With all the mercy a starved man could muster Paul earned him and his friend their next meal.
As the meat cooked, Sargon decided his doubts in his friend were now strong enough to act upon. He gently armed himself the last weapon he had left, a single shotgun they had taken with them after the destruction on the Whyteman farm. A single shell remained. God how Sargon hated that word. Paul did not notice as he stared into the dancing orange light, quietly singing “remain or leave, I guess the never leave huh. You got a customs union, I bet it doesn’t let ya!”
“That song was never funny, Paul”. Paul looked up and Sargon, with a gun pointed right at him he still didn’t realise his time on this Earth was coming to a close.
“So mooch foa the relijin of peace eh? That gurl was just dying to steal our food, looks like she really did too!” Sargons expression did not change.
“It’s over Paul”
“wot?”
“This whole thing is over”.
“Don’t be such a remoaner, once trump signs a trade de..”
“he won’t” Sargon interrupts. “He never won in 2020. I just said that so you and Milo wouldn’t lose hope, especially milo, already banned from YouTube and twitter, he didn’t have much left to fight for and his time was running out. I just wanted him to have hope”. Paul wasn’t going to give up so easily. “We don’t need him anyway, we’re doing just fine ourselves.” “Look around you Paul, there’s nothing left”
“That’s what the media want you to think”
“You killed all the journalists, there’s no excuse anymore!”
Sargon takes a breath. “You’ve killed so many people now, I won’t let it continue”
“But I triggered the libs!”
By now, both men were crying
“You sure did Paul, you sure did”
And with that, another straggler in the downfall of Britain fell. Then he woke up in Skyrim lol.