The Prime Minister's brain was missing. This is probably never an ideal situation but is especially problematic when you're an unpaid intern and it's your first day.
I'm sure you're wondering, among many things, why an unpaid intern is left in charge of the Prime Minister's brain. Well, I guess that's austerity for you.
As for the wandering brain,
it's a closely guarded secret that a pretty famous PM did not want to lose power and got a team of scientists to figure out how to transport his brain from body to body,
thus protecting the illusion of democracy, and his esteem. Now where the hell is said brain?
It had all been going so well. First day of a dream internship, showed up on time eager to learn, got handed the PM's brain, didn't drop it.
Result! I carried it away to store it until it was needed, mesmerised by its moist pulsations. I put it away where I was told and thought no more about it.
Well, obviously I thought about it a bit, it's the PM's brain after all, but not with any concern. Now it was gone!
I've always been a big believer in owning up to your mistakes, so that's what I did. It didn't go down well that, losing his brain and all.
Even worse seeing as he was due to give a press conference with the American president. "Has he got his brain?" I asked. That really didn't go down well.
The cabinet were all debating what do as the PM stood there eyes vacant, dribbling a bit, brain gone. In the end they decided all they could do was send him out brainless.
What was the worst that could happen?