Natalie: He says no one’s gonna fancy a girl with thighs the size of big tree trunks. Not a nice guy, actually, in the end. Prime Minister: Ah! You know, um, being Prime Minister, I could just have him murdered.  Natalie: Thank you, sir. I’ll think about it.  Prime Minister: Do. The SAS are absolutely charming. Ruthless trained killers are just a phone call away. 

Natalie: He says no one’s gonna fancy a girl with thighs the size of big tree trunks. Not a nice guy, actually, in the end.

Prime Minister: Ah! You know, um, being Prime Minister, I could just have him murdered. 

Natalie: Thank you, sir. I’ll think about it. 

Prime Minister: Do. The SAS are absolutely charming. Ruthless trained killers are just a phone call away. 

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