For the Americans in the audience, "I'll bet that lecturn didn't cost $44,000!"
"I'm nearly 17, and no other Downing Street Cat has ever outlived even four prime ministers, let alone five. Let's just say I'm going for six."
Poor Larry
Who does ? Unelected,dystopia in play now.
Start by telling Nadine how easily you can get a peerage. Then run fast.
(Looks at the podium before him.) "Flip the fucking table and do it proper _right_ this time, you unbearable human embarrassments," and bops the podium over, not an inch of smugness known in he. Until PM Rye-Catcher walks off barepawed half a minute later, looking balefully over one shoulder. :3
Larry, just go for them. Throw caution to the winds; lock on with your front paws and kick hard with those long claws on your back legs. Vanquish them and chase them along to Whitehall; return and take a nap on the Cabinet table then round up your mates from the local mogs and form a government.