>>50012623No response. Everyone was too afraid to talk for fear of Fat Cam.
"I know you're all secret Labour voters. You disgust me, silent Labour voters are the worst."
One of them responded. "Labour made sure I could get an education. They stopped Child labour. if it weren't for them we'd all be working in a coal mine"
That was it. Fat Cam lashed out at him "There's nothing wrong with Child Labour, Nothing. It was libertarianism which made us great, it's what makes us British. Do you think in the days of the empire people sat around whining about benefits? Of course not"
Nobody said anything, for nobody had anything to say. Machocam, feeling triumphant, went outside and treated himself to a purple. The day continued like this until 4 o clock, when the workers were permitted to leave early.
Machocam left the factory without sayng a word. He was stressed after an hour of working hard on the assembly line and arguing, so he lit up two purples at once and smoked them. The blonde secretary looked at him with a look of confusion on her face, and he winked at her.
He walked home muttering Paki under his breath as he walked past various foreigners, puffing on his silk cut purples and throwing the stubs into hedges as he walked by. On one occasion he decided to be extra bold: He took the stub of his silk cut purple and threw it far into somebody's front garden, on their beautifully ornamented patio. The owner started shouting at him but he pretended not to hear him, and he lit up another purple.
Finally he got home and went on /brit/. /brit/ being obsessed with him as usual, nothing new there. Brit being filled with Pakis, nothing new there either. He sighed and poured himself a Lager and lit up the last Silk cut Purple in the pack. It's been a long hard week for Machocam, but he had deserved this cigarette.
