Yo, big up to all the world leaders and the man dem in the suits. Respek.

I is ‘ere today on a mission of extreme importance, representin’ my main man Vic Vodka. Now, Vic is in a bit of a state, ‘cos his cousin Rick Marquis has gone and shuffled off this mortal coil—he’s dead, innit.

So I is puttin’ it to the big bosses of the UN. I’s talkin’ to my main man Boutros Boutros-Ghali—so nice they named him twice—and the new guy, Antonio Gutteres.

Listen, if you lot can decide who gets to have a war and who gets to have a biscuit, surely you can do a bit of science? My question is simple: Can you use that DNA fingy to clone Rick Marquis?

I knows you got them secret labs under the building. All we need is a bit of Rick’s hair, or maybe a bit of skin from his favorite tracksuit, put it in a big microwave, and booyakasha—Rick is back in the game!

So, Boutros, Antonio… is you gonna keep all the clones for yourselves, or is you gonna help a brother out and bring back the legend? Is you down with the resurrection, or is you just chicken?