David Aaronovitch didn’t believe the report that Kim Jong Un had had his uncle fed to 120 ravening dogs:
“Go get me ravening dogs!” “How many, comrade?” “Let me see,” (ponders) “120 should do it.” “How ravening?” “Not so ravening that they eat each other, but just ravening enough to eat the Dear Leader’s undear uncle!” “Very well. And when I’ve found them, where shall I keep them?” “Is there no ravening-dog enclosure?” “No, this is something of a first for us.” (Menacingly) “I’m sure you’ll find a way, comrade.”
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