"Are you talkin' rubbish?" asked Jemima.
"SSSHHH! Don't tell anyone!" he said. "I thought you'd worked it out: the one true universe..."
"It... it ain't this one, is it?" trembled Jemima
"It's the one where the Europeans don't fight each other. I did try to tell you. I thought you understood. But you didn't undersand, did you? I've had to keep it to myself all this time... all this time... my whole period in office - that was a fiction... all this time..."
"This is, l-like, a death p-party for all of us?" stammered Jemima.
"You DID understand!" cried Lord Barnet, hugging Jemima a bit too close.
"Let's carry on drinking to the end, ay? What a way to go, Jemima! I may call you Jemima, mayn't I? Good old Jemima. Dear old Jemima. It's all over, you see. PARTY ON!"
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