Comedy Sketch on Social Media Missteps

You're pre-vent-wi-fuel, Mr. Cleese.

You've been saying things you shouldn't say on Twitter.

You'll have to narrow that down.

Your wee-action please. "Biggest Dickus is a massive

knob."

"This is a see-weus pre-vent-wi for all."

That's not abuse. It's a translation.

"This min is twee is a taxpayer-funded noose-we for

professional bed-wetters."

Your 11:00 o'clock, sir.

Not now, Pukins.

"Officer Pilot is a pompous little

twat."

Well, that appears factually straightforward.

Stwight forward? This is a vicious, pusillanimous attack upon a senior

government officer.

Shall I refer it?

Wee-fer it. I want the bastardo wested.

Right, I'll put that reaction on the public

record.

The public wec?

And the department's Twitter account.

You will do no such thing.

Posted, sir.

You remove it at once.

Threatening a civil servant over a social media post. That's another referral.

A noto-we furral. This department has gone completely mad.

A complaint about referrals noted. Would you like to appeal the referral?

Appeal the rowal? I am the director of the Department of

Hurtie-Wows.

I do not appeal to underlings.

In that case, I'll escalate it.

Escalate it? To whom?

Wome.