Good day to you, peasants!
I am known, to discerning gentlefolks, as Little Al. You don’t need to know why. At this time of the year, like many, my heart becomes filled with Yuletide joy! Am I, you ask, becoming soft in my old age? Not a bit of it, foolish and impertinent reader! When I am not flying hither and thither on my vintage speederbike in the execution of unspeakable acts, I like to correspond with my good friends, the Mare Winninghams, to discover what deliciously evil schemes they have cooked up for the destruction of all that is good in the world. You know. Talking shop. Anyway, in recent times there’s been a Mare that has turned upon her kind! Bad times indeed when you can’t expect a Mare Winningham to be the most wretched of murderous scum. I blame Al Gore. For the past few years I have been tracking her almost certainly doomed existence through the handy medium of a Christmas slime-opera here on the webtubes. It’s jusk like a soap opera, but dirtier. And it is this reappearance that fills me with cackling glee!
Is Kuse doomed to be a wage-slave for eternity? (I do hope so.) Will Knacks and Mare 2, ahem, get it on? (This would be excellent. Through such carnal acts, a new generations of Mares may be born! Also, Mares usually bite the head off their mates.) Will Tigerboy ever get his hands on the Frosties secret formula? Will this new Mare manage, finally, to kill that ridiculous Waiterbot? (Hope springs eternal.) These, and so many other questions, will be revealed day by day, at X-Entertainment’s superlative Advent Calendar 2007!
I shall return to the shadows, with a stylish flip of my cape.