“What is that, Prime Minister? I can’t understand anything other than your disgusting pig screeching. “You’re in real pain?”, well…my bad; I must be short on the ammount of needles..”
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//One of my headcanons is that no matter how nice post-unwound future Clive became, he will never cease to hate Bill Hawks from the bottom of his heart. The only way he’ll accept his guts is if they’re outside his body. I don’t think he’ll fancy talking about anything directly related to the man. If he was offered the chance of getting rid of him, he would most possibly give it a thought.//







