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Boris had waited so long to be Prime Minister and now it was his turn none of the other boys would play properly.
Even Cruncher Cummings was not being helpful: "#@!* +$&£ you @&£#," he said. "%&@* load of #£!*%£+ %*£@." Then bit someone. Smarmy was having a fit of the vapours, just lying on the couch groaning. "Caecilius est in horto. Caecilius in horto sedet. servus est in atrio. servus in atrio laborat." was the best he could muster.
The party last night had been a shambles. Most people had gone next door to play with Jeremy, so Boris had smashed his cake and now it was all trampled into the carpet. Everyone was laughing at him. The headmaster had been very angry with his friend Michael and now Boris was worried they might get caned next time.