Total Bombast

‘Those who cure you will kill you’

Errrrrrrrr yes right.
Unable to resist gloating beforehand the bebearded man laughed evilly as he thought of their amazing plot to kill the infidel. Look, I'll tell this bumbingly clergy man, Canon Andrew White, and I will tell him that those who cure you will kill you. He'll never get it. Hee hee this is so clever.

Later in a mosque

A Man of Peace (for it is he): Who have we chosen for out extremely clever plot?
Another Man of Peace: We have settled on two, Mohammed Laurel and Mohammed Hardy.
Man of Peace: Excellent they shall rue the day etc etc....

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It is fortunate that instead of using doctors they didn't use hospital cleaners.
"Right, when the kafir managers tell you to clean; you pretend to clean and all praise to Allah the ingrates shall all die of MRSA."

Doctors, schmoctors. Most doctors I've met I wouldn't trust with a burnt match. Or a lit one in this case.

Now, this clergy man, the Rev Bumble, told the foreign office " I met a horrible man, he was a very horrible man, I didn't like him, I thought he was the Devil."

Now there appears to be a bit of a hole here. Did the foreign office not bother to ask why he was bleating on about this, didn't they bother to ask what this guy said exactly. Or did they and nobody bothered to do anything about it?

Cut to a high-tech Spooks like office:

Sharp good looking public school guy: What do you think he meant by "those who cure you will kill you?"
Young working class token lady spy: Dunno.
Sharp good looking public school guy: Mmmm it's almost like a clue.
Young working class token lady spy: A clue, like in a crossword?
Sharp : Yes, but it's a bit harder than the Sun's quick crossword isn't it?
Young: Yeah me dad said in the past like the secret services were very good wiv cryptic crossword sort of clues an stuff.
Sharp: Yes, I believe so. But we don't hold with all that intuitive, spot a pattern in cryptic utterances malarkey these days.
Young: Shall I bin it Sir?
Sharp: Yes, no on second thoughts give it to the smelly welshman over there in the duffelcoat, he likes that sort of stuff.
Right, shall we do it? Toff and pleb uniting in an orgasmic transcendancy. A splendid mixing of class juices.
Young: You're hot you are.