Comrades!
Today brought us the most glorious of victories!
We received information from the glorious people’s
resistance pertaining to the location of one of the traitorous trade union
leaders who had barely slipped through our fingers aboard the Badger Express.
We were also informed of the fact that the target was
undefended, which, alas, proved to be false. Clearly the resistance was
infiltrated by fascist turncoats.
Throwing caution (and the lessons learned in our last endeavour)
to the wind we sped to the crossroads of the town ignoring the many sites where
enemy ambushers could appear.
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| Playing chicken, VBCW style (It's more likely than you think) |
Having reached the porch of the perfidious wretch in the
dashing manner we found ourselves ambushed by the degenerate child soldiers of
St Tinians who lay await within and without.
Meanwhile, seeing our erstwhile Welsh allies beset by a
throng of capering drunken louts, we dutifully came to their assistance, only
to be best by both groups at once.
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| Drunken louts, VBCW style |
We learned later that our target had fled the scene just
before we arrived, making success impossible from the outset.
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| Disembarking in front of the traitors lair |
However, even with traitors mauling our flanks and our exit
blocked by the army, pernicious rogues and surprisingly violent farmers, we
shot our way free of the maelstrom with a totally acceptable level of
casualties.
I am sure that the cowardly TU leader tonight lies quaking,
afeared for his life in some ditch, and not, as some reports are indicating,
drinking brandy in the Senior Girls Common Room at St Trinians.
