The world wasn’t ready for the new Sloth. Nobody asked for one, and nobody wanted one. But it came along anyhow – which just shows how much we’re listened to in the first place!
From the Bullingdon Club’s Class of 87’ to Downing Street’s finest, this deformed ape is still up to his neck in wrong doing – and still muttering incoherent obscenities.
It’s time therefore to release your inner Sloth. To show that nothing scares you. Not the ‘blonde bombshell’. Not a hideous face. Not institutional corruption. Stand free and stand strong, while offering a wry smile to your ‘betters’.