Sentence The Fourhundredandthirtysixth 

And that was when 'Duck' Trumpet-Trousers came over the sea to Scotland to endorse his candidate for British Prime Minister, 'Daisy' Donaldson – wildly rumoured to be his 'love-child' and wearer of his regressive jeans; united by their cravings for power and influence and dedicated to protecting the interests of their own species – rich white men with tousled hair and bulging paunches – they have both given selflessly to the cause and have won widespread support for their populist policy of 'pulling up the drawbridge' and protecting their respective nations from the depredations brought by brown people who laughingly claim to be fleeing for their lives from war and famine, as if! while bringing in their baggage women strangely attired in shapeless and baggy black sheets through which suspicious eyes and be-sandalled feet may occasionally be glimpsed; but the 'Double-Ds' or more simply 'DDs' know better than to believe such nonsense, so Borders will be barricaded, walls strengthened, tunnels flooded, trenches dug and armed guards stationed every few feet (metres and grams abolished for a return to good Christian values, weights and measures - why, it is even rumoured that Daisy will restore the traditional Stones, Pounds and Ounces of British weight and Pounds, Shillings and Pence of British currency (and by British, you should read English, for Daisy has taken to wearing chain mail and riding a donkey while draped in the white and red of England's jolly good old Saint George while tucking in to roast beef and Yorkshire pudding – and singing of the famous Roast Beef of Old England and Old English Roast Beef! and giving stirring neo-Churchillian speeches which invariably end with the cry of God for England, Daisy and Saint George!!! and Will

Marrowsky or 'Brexit leader Bill Wrexit', to the Butter Gress who lapped up his every word coined the phrase Extirpate the Encephalon and European Feast Balls! and the tattooed balding bull-boys waved their St George Flags and the rag-headed dragon wombled at their turds and the cheers rang out in Parliament Square: England for the English! Britain for the English! Europe for the English! The World for the English! and the cheers sent a spill down Marrowsky's chine! what, oh what had he unleashed?