It was the 27th interview that day. He sat in his
trademark splayed leg slouch, and watched as she sat, her clothing stiflingly
unsexual.
“Mr. Beat-Downe, I put it to that your new film and album
are sexist and racist, that you objectify women, discriminate against all minorities
and that you are a horrible human being.”
He stared at her for several seconds then leant in, his
whisper clearly incredulous.
“Are you physically incapable of spotting parody, sarcasm?”
She returned the stare for a few seconds, then smiled.
“I ask you the exact same question.” she said, winking at
him.
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