Cry Havoc

And loose the dog-boys of war!

It’s all going our way… RoT’s Khan has been unmasked (literally) as that intergalactic space-slut William Shatner. Rupert Morlock – media-mogul, time-traveller and noted trouser-man – is being kept busy and RoT’s Ultraman army has failed dismally against our forces of goodness and rightness (aka isopods and giant jellies).

I have thought long and hard about what to do next – and have concluded that it is our responsibility to liberate the suffering citizens of RoT from their oppressive regime. I will install La Cacaracha Libre as interim ruler – just until democracy breaks out, of course. And then we’ll combine the search for Inky with finding the grievously deposed REAL Khan…

But first things first. I have been speaking with our (honorary) minister in charge of procuring mercenaries, The Maggot Prince, and he has gone to unspeakable lengths to provide us with the necessaries.

Museum of Dust is now the proud …employers… of a genuine Fernando hoard. Nothing can stand in their way!

Bring on the Clones!

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