Random Twattings

Twatt settled himself in the Prime-Minister's chair and looked down his nose at the Director of the CSIRO.
"Boffin, eh? So, my good man, I expect you've got some pretty damn decent guns these days."
The director looked somewhat taken aback by the question. "Well," he began, "you've been frozen for almost 100 years. It's not just about the weaponry, there have been massive improvements in all areas: communications, transport, the list is endless."

"And yet I seem to recall asking about the guns. Well?"
"Surely you must realise sir, that science has made great strides..."
"I don't care about your bloody trousers! Guns, man, guns!"