Welcome to the 'Afterworld' of Aristocrat, Bertie Wooster, and Jeeves his Butler!

Location: A huge English mansion cemented in Jaggedone's head.

Bertie: "Jeeves old Bean, I have heard there have been some quite disturbing changes downstairs, that dastardly Trump chap is causing some upset bellies among those who have no food to upset their bellies, is that correct?"

Jeeves: "Yes Sire, and we all thought old Oswald Mosley was going to rattle some 'Nazty' bones, and now this dreadful American is really shaking the 'Old World Order' up."

Bertie: "By golly Jeeves, does old Trump love aristocrats and royals, I jolly hope King Charles is going to give him a 'knee job'".

Jeeves: "Sire, would the King really stoop so low? Okay, maybe he should to keep us noble Brits in bed with those uncouth Yanks."

Bertie: "Now, now, Jeeves please do not insult our American cousins, they might just deliver us to that ghastly Putin chap. Oh, Jeeves old Bean, the Russians were once so noble like us Brits, it's a shame the Cossacks topped old Tsar Nicholas, he was such a sophisticated Russian, not like the illiterate mob ruling the Kremlin these days."

Jeeves: "Yes Sire, those were the days when aristocrats like your kind self treated peasants and subordinates correctly and kept them in their place. The rabble these days believe they can change the world by supporting these reprobates, they are so misguided Sire and need someone with 'blue blood' to lead them back to sanity, I'm afraid old King Charles is a bit of a 'lame duck' the world needs another Henry the Eighth."

Bertie: "A jolly good idea Jeeves, remove these non-imperialistic rascals, and chop their heads off, or put them under the guillotine. BTW Jeeves, have you spoken to King Louis lately, now he was a right royal 'French Rainbow Queen' and rather 'queer' men and women would just love him to rule the Versailles once again; oh they are oh so gay those French Courtesans, I never met one, fortunately."

Jeeves: "No Sire, he was too busy powdering his nose, but there are some rather odd characters cozying up to Trump; a dastardly Dude called Musk, a multi-billionaire, and quite insane, but Trump just loves his $s, and as we know Sire, he just loves anybody with $billions insane or not."

Bertie: "Jeeves you Bounder, what is a Dude? Is that one of those words which Americans have bastardized? Should it not be Chap or Gentleman?."

Jeeves: "Yes Sire, since we left the planet Americans have gradually ground our majestic language to slang, and this slang has taken over the world we once conquered, they call it 'Rapping' or 'Hip-Hopping' now, dreadful Sire. Oh for the days of English Literature ruling our minds; The Bard, what a cad he was."

Bertie: "Jeeves, you are such a lover of the finest things in life, Macbeth, old Shakespeare had his genius moments of turning a back-stabbing into a poetic escapade, he was quite 'queer' too, I bet old Trump never read his brilliant English Literature."

Jeeves: "No Sire, the bounder could never work out what The Bard was actually writing about, he's too busy playing golf and destroying the world beyond America."

Bertie: "Jeeves old Bean, the fine aristocratic world we left behind is now in shreds and poor old Queen Lizzy would be turning in her grave, I think it's about time we paid her a visit, the last of the great Royals and her Cheese and Cucumber sandwiches at High Tea were quite adorable."

Jeeves: "Yes Sire, I will make an appointment as long as she is not in her golden four-poster with that half German bounder, Philipp, I am sure she would prefer listening to our gobbledygook, it's much more pleasant than listening to Thatcher's privatizing rhetoric."

Bertie: "She was such a bore, but she beat off those dreadful Argentinians at least, and buried the coalminers, time for a cuppa Jeeves, now run along old chap."

So, there you have it, even in the Afterworld Aristocrats and Royals still have no connection with reality!"

What a wonderful pair of Bounders they were!