I assure you, Mrs. Buttle, the Ministry is

I assure you, Mrs. Buttle, the Ministry is very scrupulous about following up and eradicating any error. If you have any complaints which you'd like to make, I'd be more than

happy to direct you to someone." "No thanks," Mrs Buttle said and left the ministry in disgust. She couldn't believe how they'd screwed up this matter involving corn, a parakeet,

a pair of sugar tongs, a tin of Portuguese anchovies, a rubiks cube, a pack of ready cubed pancetta and a Peppa Pig dolls house, "So screwed," said Mrs Buttle to no-one in particul

ar. Mrs. Buttle had seen it all and it left her sassy. She'd been through more mountains of insane obscene bullroar than anyone. So this last little blip of a scandal on the ass of

Mr. Buttle was no reason to fly off the handle, no reason to lose control, but when she recognized the pain and sacrifice Mr. Buttle had gone through to have a tatoo of Arnold Schw

-atz, the school bully, engraved upon his posterior, she knew that Mr. Buttle had completely lost his mind. Seriously, Arnie Schwartz would graduate eventually, but a tatoo is fore

ever and thus outlive the corrosive aspects of his worthless degree in toothpick whispering. Mr. Buttle however eventually was buried with that tattoo of Arnie Schwartz the toothpi

cketers wanted abolished. Arnie Schwartz was a dentist who discovered a compound to actually encourage teeth to regrow in on their own cavities, at least to an extent. Mr. Buttle

shouted at the conference press: "IMPOSSIBLE!" He couldn't believe his business was about to be destroyed due to Schwartz new invention. Tooth decay was part of human condition and

the god given right of every human alive. He popped a lolly in his mouth and stormed out of the press conference. “To Hell with you all!” he yelled around his lolly.