Wednesday, 27 June 2018
We have suspected for some time that the Domino army had enlisted help from outside their trusted ranks in a bid to fast track their global domination. Last week, Brother Driblystick bravely infiltrated the cheese wall and took some shocking pictures.
It pains me to say it, but the Smurfs have been hired as mercenaries. Our information is that they are being utilised as cheese minors. Their size and proportional strength makes them ideally suited to this job, freeing up the Domino troops for other work and increasing the flow of cheese.
Brother Binky has uncovered a long forgotten book about the ancient cheese mines, and it makes for a worrisome read. We believe that Domino's don't fully understand the consequences of what they are doing. I am reluctant to put forth any theory's until Brother Binky has had a chance to further investigate this dusty, and weighty tome.
Until we can bring you any new information, stay strong, and fight the cheese.
Tuesday, 10 April 2018
Brother Biscuit-Banjo: - Just a warning that Brother Binky's poem does contain some strong language. The Domino war is taking it'S toll on him.
A swarming breed, the building clans,
Consume the streets with their white vans.
To block your drive with lengthy trucks,
Whilst shouting loud with shits and fucks.
A constant noise expelled by them,
It starts again at 8 am,
The next day and then on and on,
It's dark outside before they're gone.
A spread of dirt and stones and dust,
It has to finish soon, it must.
It's "Fuck of Dave", and "Steve you twat",
"His knob's so small", "Her arse is fat".
An engine drones, and sometimes two,
A hammer beats a dull tattoo.
Cement is mixed and bricks are laid,
The wiz of drills the thunk of spade.
The evening comes, and with it peace,
A blessed still, a sweet release.
I'll slide in to my bed at ten,
But 8 am, it starts again.