Not so long ago my father in-law approached me, he said "James, I have the perfect job for you. It's a great career move, a leadership position that will help you in the future when you run for party leader." I didn't have the heart to tell the man that I have no intention to run for party leader. Therefore I decided to bid my time till the old fool crocked.
I accepted the position thinking it was nothing more then a cushiony position running some sort of useless comity. I was wrong. I'm in charge of keeping merry old England safe from creatures of the past and future. The worst part is the team. There is the "Evolutionary zoologist" ( whatever that is) with the insane wife. The hunter with the movie star looks who can wrestle alligators, if you believe the girls in the office. Lets not forget the computer geek who reminds me of an over eager puppy my daughter had who couldn't be trusted not to destroy everything in sight. Then there is lizard lady whose outfits are completely outrageous, is she wearing her knickers on the outside? If my daughter even thought of wearing something like that I'd kill her. At least the PR lady is acceptable. My assistant on the other hand is going to get hurt one of these days when I've had enough of his constant groveling. Oh dear lord the special forces officers are grunting at each other again, I don't want to know what they're saying.
Next time my father in-law says he has a job for me I'm going to shoot him.