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“Evenin’, Mr. Prime Minister. Care to ‘inaugurate’ that new desk of yours?”

Ishimaru glances up from his paperwork with a smirk. “And tarnish your handiwork? Never.”

Mondo pouts and rests his hands upon the desk, trying to keep Ishimaru’s attention. “But it’s my handiwork.”

“This desk was paid for with tax dollars.”

Mondo clicks his tongue in annoyance before propping himself up, crumpling papers underneath his butt. “Oi, monitor this.”

Ishimaru sets his work aside. He removes his reading glasses. “We shall continue this conversation in the bedroom for as long as it takes me to bind and gag you.”