Don’t you worry your little head about it.
If they need to find pr0n or seditious activities on your computer, they will.
Prove they didn’t...
Here’s now far gone I am - I believe every computer sold has one child porn picture hidden on it somewhere.
(We see a young man playing chess with another young man. They are in an ordinary flat. There is a tremendous battering, banging, hammering and clattering at the door.)
Young Man (Eric Idle): Door’s open.
Policeman (Graham Chapman): Oh. Yes. (he enters) All right. All right, all right, all right. My name’s Police Constable Henry Thatcher, and this is a raid. I have reason to believe that there are certain substances on the premises.
Young Man: Well what sort of substances officer?
Policeman: Er... certain substances.
Young Man: Well, what sort of certain substances?
Policeman: Er, certain substances of an illicit nature.
Young Man: Er, could you be more specific?
Policeman: I beg your pardon?
Young Man: Could you be ‘clearer’.
Policeman: Oh, oh... yes, er... certain substances on the premises to be removed for clinical tests.
Young Man: Have you got anything particular in mind?
Policeman: Well what have you got?
Young Man: Nothing, officer.
Policeman: You are Sandy Camp the actor?
Young Man: Yes.
Policeman: I must warn you, sir, that outside I have police dog Josephine, who is not only armed, and trained to sniff out certain substances, but is also a junkie.
Young Man: What are you after?
Policeman: (pulling a brown paper package from out of his pocket, very badly and obviously) Oo! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Here is a brown paper bag I have found on the premises. I must confiscate this sir, and take it with me for clinical examination.
Young Man: Wait a minute. You just got that out of your pocket.
Policeman: What?
Young Man: (takes it) Well what’s in it anyway? (opens it) Sandwiches?
Policeman: Sandwiches? Blimey. Whatever did I give the wife?