David and Sam Cameron are viewing number 10.
Sam : I'll need new curtains there Darling.
David : No problems, then we can draw a line under Labour.
Sam : Nice carpets though.
David : Good deep pile.
Sam : I'll put some cream on later sweetling.
David : Well, I better get on - country to run and all that.
Sam : Come on then, to your desk. Prime Minister (Giggling)
David and Sam walk to the office. David walks round the desk stroking it in awe.
David : Prime Minister. Finally. I'll get a picture of Winston and Maggie for that wall I think.
Sam : Go on then Darling. Crack on. That nice Mr Obama will be ringing you soon.
David : Well. He's not coming in. I've promised to be tough on immigration.
David tries to pull the chair behind the desk out but it seems to be stuck.
David : What the f**k?
We pull out to revel that Gordon Brown is chained to the chair a mad look in his eye. He holds up a key and swallows it.
Gordon : You can't have it. It's mine. All mine I tell you.
