The clocks struck thirteen.
"The other one got away..."
Said Comrade first class Urak.
"Shite!" Shouted Commissar Grok.
"We need more rats, those bastards up at Room 101 are upping the quotas."
"However, if you are hungry?"
He said, waving a wriggling bag in front of Urak's face.
"Doubleplus good eating."
Newspoke Grok, noticing a camera.