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"In times of war, this is the most effective weapon at Britain's disposal," said a Ministry of Defence spokes-ammunition dump.


'It can throw cold water on any conflict and overwhelm every aggressor out there with feelings of stultifying weariness and lethargy.


'Developed out of the dessicated remnants of a crashingly boring lawyer, we have codenamed our drone the Keir Starmer.


'It can drone for hours on end in the Commons without getting tired of itself, invoking this or that tedious rule for precisely when and why UK overseas military bases can or cannot be used by the US.


'We will now deploy the Keir on the world stage, to drone on at fellow politicians in the Middle East and in the UN Security Council.


'If all goes well, the Keir drone will have the same effect on Trump, Netanyahu and the Iranian leadership as it has had on the UK public over the past two years - filling them with an irresistible urge to yawn loudly, stop doing whatever they were doing and just sit on their sofas staring blankly at the wall.


'And we give these world leaders fair warning: in full drone mode, Sir Keir can be almost lethally dull.'


Meanwhile, human rights groups in the UK protested that for the past two years, the British government has been using the Keir drone on its own people.


As the US is burning through its missile stock, with more cruise missiles fired on Iran in three days than supplied to Ukraine in four years, the US has found that specialist weapons can't be generated overnight.


'We've been supplying Ukraine with missiles and now they are building their own. They must have loads now,' said a Pentagon official, 'unless they've been using them,' he added, admitting he 'only reads US news, mainly the sports pages'.


Apparently Europe and the UK have stockpiles of missiles but won't sell them to the US in case 'they decide to attack us next. It's not like they're acting rationally,' said practically everyone in Europe.


Rattled by Donald Trump's jibe that he is "no Churchill", Starmer appeared in the Commons wearing a bowler hat and bowtie and smoking a large cigar.


"We will fight them on the beaches!" growled Sir Keir from the despatch box.


'Subject to the restrictions on military activity in Section 46 of the Coastal Amenities Act, 1972,' he added, inadvertently returning to his default setting of pettifogging, rules-bound lawyer.


Going back to bulldog Churchill mode, he barked out: 'Some chicken! Some neck!' before saying: 'Please don't hurt me, Mr Trump.'


To groans and catcalls from both sides of the House, Sir Keir shouted out desperately: 'Now we are masters of our own destiny!


'And that's why this government will never again dare to refuse a demand from the US presidency," squeaked the latter-day Churchill, "no matter how blitheringly idiotic it might be.'


Hat-tip to lockjaw for the image

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