The Queen is reading a paper and Prince Philip walks in with a rent boy.
Queen
Philip what the bloody hell is going on?
Philip
I picked up some rough trade in Soho, and now I'm going to knight him on both cheeks, and between them, darling.
Rentboy
Hey Princey you said you'd show me your crown jewels.
Queen
Have you gone mad? The press will ruin us.
Philip
Settle my regal sunrise, of the morning, I just told the press it was a matter of national security, like with Harry and they were fine.
Queen
You mean, if it's for national security, the papers will shut up like good boys, and we can do anything we like?
Philip
Yes my Sovereign Sausage, now come on Miguel I'm going to show you why they called me Henry the 8th inch in the navy.
Queen
I can finally get that abortion I always wanted, Andrew, Charles, Edward can you come to the throne room please.
Pulls out gun