A typical wild west salon type bar.
A drunken Gordon Brown staggers through the doors.
Brown: I'm looking for the Deputy.
The bar goes silent. Brown's voice increases in volume.
Brown: I know he's here. I saw his ministerial horse tethered up outside. Where is that dirty rat?
Nick Clegg appears with his Deputy badge all shiny on his hat
Clegg: Here I am Gordon.
Brown : You lying, cheating, no good, son of a.......
Clegg: Don't say it Brown.
Brown: Why not Mister Deputy? You swindled me good and proper.
Clegg : Do yourself a favour Brown. Sober up and then get of town.
Brown: There's nothing left for me. No book agents have called. No speakers Buru. Just a cold and lonely back bench. It's your fault.
Clegg : Just go. There's a new Sheriff in town now.
Brown: You said we could do a deal. We're so alike you said. And now look!
Clegg: Don't make me make you leave!
Clegg's hand hovers around his holster.
Brown: You? You're just a boy. Doing a man's man job. The side you took - you'll regreat it mark my words.
Clegg: I don't think so. The Sheriff is a good man. With ideas like me. We're going to make it work.
Brown: Pah! Not him. He's too posh for this town. He won't fit in.
Clegg: Rubbish. We see alike. Fairness for all! Greater opportunities for everyone.
The doors swing open and Sheriff Cameron enters with a team of hangers on carrying flip charts. He is talking to them.
Cameron: So, this is the salon. And we're going to turn it into a wine bar.
Clegg: Damn, Damn, Damn.
Nice one bigfella.