Sentence The Sixhundredandthirtieth

 

The two rather bubbly blondes who shared the row of seats with DCI Bruce Bruse and DI Gordon Brevity were steadfast followers of newly inaugurated POTUS #45 Donald 'Duck' Trumpet-Trousers but singularly lacking in brain-cells; when Bruse spoke of the effluvium which cannot help but flow from a kakistocracy, as shite from a bum, they giggled and then DeeDee ("with two capital D's") asked "is a fluvium anything like a luminum? like they make cars from?" and CeeCee (with two capital C's") thought kakistocracy sounded uncouth and not the kind of word she would use, especially as it was so long and contained more letters than anything she would ever say; but of Duck they waxed eloquent, especially when Bruse said he was rather an intrapreneur, who would not allow the conventions of Government to restrict him: "exactly!" confirmed DeeDee: "he does what needs done and ain't gonna let any pols (which the two officers presumed meant politicians) stop him," they would permit no criticism, that was truly ineffable, in their view: "he's just top guy and he's gonna start ab ovo and carry on regardless till the job's done!" although both married, to their wives as well as their jobs, the two Scots felt a strange sense of simpatico for these girls, so unlike any others they knew and agreed to invite them to a Burns Night Supper that very night; but had to explain that it was

in honour of Robert Burns (who, by the by, wasn't an old Rabbi) and not some kind a Barbecue or, as CeeCee, who tended to break long words into separate syllables, pronounced it: "Barbie-Queue!"