I hereby flame Renegade Snooflord Patty-Cake Patty-Cake Baker Man, for being a complete and utter nuisance.

Firstly, he declares that he's formed a subsect of Snoof, and waltzes (well, more an interpretive dance of confusion in three four time) out, taking a couple of thousand fish-units of Snoof energy from the Pool. Then, he wastes all the energy on teaching his pineapple troops the "old tortoise in a bottle trick", and forcing them to comply to completely rediculous dimensional standards (five of space and three of time! what rubbish).

Next he has the impudence to stage a raid on Moose IV, Sector MOT:WC (Mooses On Toast: With Cheese), using almost every single pineapple troop he has, so that we have to mobilize a full nine and a half battalions of Mauritian Dodos and another six squadrons of Goat Semi-Demons.

Halfway through the battle, he activates _illegal_ reality control weaponry, causing _all_ of the Goat Demons to be converted back to ordinary goats, and most of Dodos get sucked back through a timewarp to the beginning of Spanish occupation. We'll never see them again.

But worst of all, the reality control tears a hole in the linen of space/time, so we have to patch it over with left over denim from the MOT:UC (Mooses On Toast: Un-Cooked) sector, which requires an entire realignment of the sector, or most of the civilian population will be made (*shudder*) realistic.

So basically, I spend most of the weekend with a giant thirteen dimensional needle and some thread, trying to get the rift back together, and trying to find any goats that may have missed the original round-up.

*sigh*

Maya
Semi-General, Part-Time Philosopher, Fully Mad, and now *sigh* a seamstress.