"So your Tony's actually done it, then?" Bronstein asked, incredulously. "Our Tony's been promising for ages, but has yet to take the plunge!"
"Well," Gramsci admitted, "our chihuahua's bark has always been worse than his bite, but I see your Bambi's come in for a bit of a bashing! Perhaps they've both reached their sell-by date?"
"Long past!" agreed Bronstein. "What's rather worrying though is where it's headed. I see your Tony's been replaced by a local mock-up of the Iron Lady!"
Gramsci paused. An iron lady could be useful, he mused. After all, the Cow had been looking a bit wrinkled....