My good friend at the National Security Agency spotted this whilst he was routinely scanning traffic from NZ - it appears to be another session between Dr Applecart, the well known foot psychiatrist, and his patient Krim, whoever he might be.....
Dr A: So, Krim, this is scheduled to be our final session. I am delighted with the substantial progress you have made. You have made a massive effort and for that I admire you enormously.
Krim: Vos? Substantial, massive, enormously? Are you taking ze piss?
Dr A: No, no, I am just saying well done. Big ups to you. Krim
Krim: Big? You are, you Englische schweinhund, you are having der pop at my size.
Dr A: Calm down, Krim. Now look, tell me, how do you feel?
Krim: Ich bin depressed, mein doktor. My friend Honkey doesn't like me any more, and I have been relying on der Jews to argue my case, zees Washington and Greenwalds. Great Uncle Adolf would never forgive me.
Dr A: And Snowden, of course.
Krim: Huh. Putin's little catamite. Ze traitor to his country. It is not right I am having to deal viz such scum. I should be rubbing shoulders mit der world leaders, der John Key, Der Tony Abbot, der Angel Snorkel. I am ze giant amongst men, ze legendary entrepreneur. Ich bin ein….
Dr A: Krim, I am a little worried, you seem to have regressed somewhat. Do you have any problems with your sex life?
Krim: Nein, nein, alles ist gut. I have found ze replacement moaner, and also I got ze blowie from Laila after das policy meeting.
Dr A: Do you feel popular now Krim? I know that is important for you.
Krim: Vell, das ist der gut question, mein doktor. Perhaps you are not ze dumpkopf you seem. Now you are getting to der root of ze problem.
Dr A: Root? So there is a sexual element?
Krim: Not zat kind of root, you fool. Ze root, ze liddle thing that grows when you plant it?
Dr A: Little thing?
Krim: Got in himmel, nein, I am not having der little thing, I am hung like ze rogue Kaiser, ask anyone. It is not ze sex problem, I am telling you. It is just der peoples are not liking me.
Dr A: I see. Krim: I am thinking after ze moment of truth I will be super popular, but it is all ein big disappoinment, der total let down.
Dr A: OK, I undertstand. Are we talking erectile dysfunction, or premature ejacualtion?
Krim: Was is das? Listen, you vanker, it is not der sex. Ze Moment of Truth, my big TV expose of John Key as der liar and der cheat. Nobody is believing me.
Dr A: And did you offer them proof?
Krim: I haf given my word. Are you saying zat is not gut enough for der Kiwi sheeple?
Dr A: Now steady on, Krim, that's my adopted country you are talking about.
Krim: Ja, now even you turn against me. Just because I call a spade a spade. That's why Honkey hates me, he says I am der racist. Everybody hates me now, doktor. Nobody loves me. I think I will feed on der worms.
Dr A: Krim, this weekend is very significant in your progress. Do you think you will win any seats in the election?
Dr A: That many, eh?
Krim: FFS, you brainless fotze. Nein as in der No. Honkey is all washed up, and nobody mit der brain is voting for Laila or Minto. IM is finished, I will be extradited, und der future is black.
Dr A: Krim, I think we are going to need a lot more sessions; I could book you a 30 block, 25% discount?
Krim: Fich mich, you charlatan, you are just like the rest, you just want mein reichmarks. Und zere was me thinking you were mein true ally.
Dr A: I'm only thinking of you, Krim
Krim: Ja, und I am only thinking of me too. I have flights booked to Syria tomorrow, where I will join IS in the fight against ze American hegemonist running dog capitalist copyright laws, become a mullah, and lift up zer veils of ze hot jihadettes. Auf wiedersehen, mein doktor, und auf wiedersehen New Zealand.