First thing I’d do, is call my bank managers (and ask them to bring their managers with them for a special announcement, hinting at bad news so they’d better be prepared,) I’d probably invite my local Tory MP to the meeting as well.
Then I’d set to with one of those automatic paintball guns, after I’d made them sweat thinking it was real and i was about to lose the plot with them.
And as I left the room I’d chuck in one of those monster paintball grenade things, video the whole thing and put it on you tube..
Then I’d buy a **** off big yacht and er **** off, probably stooge around the Caribbean in the winter and the Med in summer, oh and I’d make sure it had sat internet, from which I’d come on here to torment y’all from time to time..