Presents 8
Dec. 16th, 2007 09:00 amRight, son, you're nicked!
Sergeant Gothmog: Come back here, you miscreant!
Stan (whispers to Bear): He's heading right for the cellotape!
Bear: We'll lay the trap, while Sergeant Gothmog flushes out Minime.
Bear: Don't worry, Stan, we'll soon have you out of there.
Sergeant Gothmog: Then we'll go after the villain. And, this time, you won't have to face him alone.
Stan: I think we're going to need a bigger piece. Now, where are the scissors?
Sergeant Gothmog: Right, you 'orrible lot! We've got wrapping to do! And, while you get on with it, I'm off for a cuppa.