boris johnson wandered up a desolate alleyway to find ava, lying motionless on the ground, their pelvis scattered around them in fragments, as though it were debris.
"help sir" they said
"okay" bojo said
he thought back to his school years, reminiscing on them perhaps a little too leisurely, before coming to a sudden recollection. the nurses of his tory, expensive, extortionate high school, gave out blue, wet paper towels to those injured. he reached into his pocket hastily for something blue, knowing exactly what to do, and he hit a jackpot.
"you are entitled to a beautiful new blue passport" he said proudly, brandishing the passport and pointing at ava.
ava touched the passport, and warmth seeped from her toes to their hair. suddenly, their pelvis reattached itself to their body, although it fit back together rather awkwardly, like a grotesque jigsaw puzzle.
"how did you save me?" they asked angrily
"the power of the tories"
