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So many plan announcements of plan announcements so you don’t notice they have no plan
So many plan announcements of plan announcements so you don’t notice they have no plan

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SIMEON BROWN
Nicola wait! You are racing ahead and leaving us behind!
NICOLA
You finally realised.
Nicola’s Plan: Change suit colours at irregular intervals. Bright blue has been put aside, and coffee- cappacino is in, but green and red are out for sure. Hold your breath all you smart Kiwis, and wait for the next change – that is the plan. Good eh!
she had the pink ACT PARTY one on at the super market non anouncement the other day ,might be a sign of her next move .
Quick Simeon. This way to the NZ Initiative for all our plans.
A blue folder and a determined look will get you anywhere, Simian, Gliding On only underestimated how high the Peter Principle went in National.
She has a trained-Simeon!
Are you a trained AIbot?
They don’t call him Simeon the sniffy brown nose for nothing
Runny nose. It’s just the whether…
The dream team….Tricolar & Simpleton…what could possibly go wrong!
Illiterate finance minister and Illiterate health minister walk into a bar…they meet the hypocrite leader of the NZ First party swooning it with wealthy foreign investor donors.
NICOLA: Oh sad simple Simian, if you are suddenly feeling poorly, its your own fault, will you never learn.
You should know by now, that when I suddenly get up after lunch and go swiflty down the corridoor, it means only one thing. That my nervous colon has just let one go, powered by my usual second helping of curried beans, gerkin, and soda, turns me into a toxic gas zone, gushing greenhouse emissions into the stratosphere, that needs a whole Brazilian rainforest to mitigate.