So what's all this about, then?

[Driver]

Meanwhile, the cyclist was squelching off, in high dudgeon. He had been summoned by name several times and, when he responded, had been ignored. He was a sensitive soul - a serious affliction in one so unfortunately named - and he had decided to move on, leaving these insensitive souls (making a clear distinction here with other types of souls - don't worry, , the line is clearly within my vision ).

Hannay, meanwhile, was wondering why his man was apparently intent on attacking him. In particular, Hannay couldn't work out why his man seemed to be attempting to wipe his sleeve in Hannay's face.

"I say, look here," said Hannay. "What the ....?

[HappyHammer]

..oh my goodness, lookout!" screamed Hannay as Mike Hunt devoured his man in one gulp, all that remained was the dirty shirt cuff stuck in Mike Hunts curly hair. Hannay...

[Grunt]

he almost crossed the line but avoided it by the barest of margins. A very clever dwarf walked up and crossed the line. Several bystanders applauded the work of the cunning runt.

Mike Hunt proceeded to ...

[HappyHammer]

..tell and the cunning runt was struck down in mid stride by the axe weilding moderator. Mike Hunt felt very full and decided to take a rest and then snack on the dwarves remains when he woke.

[Driver]

Hannay tiptoed, as silently as he could, away from the slumbering hairy thing. He had only taken 39 steps when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned and ... there was no-one there.

He felt a tap on his shoulder again.

He whipped round quickly...

[HappyHammer]

....and broke his nose on the chrome fawcet. When his eyes cleared he noticed it wasn't only a tap but a basin as well somehow attached to his back. As his vision cleared further he found....

[Grunt]

when he looked down, his legs had turned into claw feet and his stomach had become a cast iron bath.

He looked between his legs and saw something hairy. Mike Hunt poped his head up and said I've been inspecting your plumbing and there is something wrong. It is seems you are having problems with ...

[HappyHammer]

..your ballcock and this has resulted in a bad case of crabs, and for some weird reason you seem to be morphing into a bath. BTW that hairy thing between your legs is several years worth of peoples hair that has collected in your u-bend..

[This is getting silly now...]

[RETIRED]

Very.

[Driver]

"However," said Sally, "We shouldn't despair, children. It has been my observation that when the plot becomes overly silly, as it appears to have done in the last few pages, the scene usually shifts. Sometimes quite dramatically ..."

The words were scarcely out of her mouth when a leg appeared in the rip in the fabric of the universe. This was not a leg of pork but a distinctly familiar leg, clad in an ankle sock and framed by the lower hem of a trench coat.

Yes! It was Michelle!

"Now leessen vary carefoolly," she said. "For I shall say zees ...."

[Grunt]

and ayes and bees"

The children said, "Frick Mum, not this crap again. Can't we have a normal bed time story?"

Sally replied ...

[ernknot]

" Arrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!"

[craigb]

because when she'd turned the page she'd suffered a paper cut.

And as we know these are extremely painful.

Anyway, back in the story...

Before Michelle could finish her sentence, she was most rudely shoved as aside by one individual of the name Staines, S.

And guess who he held in a tight grip?

Yes. Ir was Roger the cabin Boy!

"Oh no" groaned Roger inwardly "here we go again"

Whereupon Staines ....

[HappyHammer]

..pulled out a gun and shot Michelle between the eyes because he couldn't bear her stupid accent, he then shot Roger and put him out of his misery then turning the gun on himself spread his meagre brain all over the wall. All was quiet....

[echnidna]

until the hamsters appeared just after eating their baked beans