Commeth the Squeaky

Hello Bat Fans One and All,

I'm not a happy bat at all, bloody fruit bats nicking my job. I could have done that advert for a certain brand of dark chocolate covered wafer biscuit better than them. And in much better and more appropriate style because I'm a Giant Rubber Goth Bat and therefore much more in tune with the dark side than those bloody useless fur covered banana munchers called Kevin. Still that's the way the biscuit crumbles these days.

And I resent the suggestion that I don't have a romantic bone in my body after having a bit of a munch on one of those bloody cupids last week - I've still not digested his finger - stupid sod should have let go of the bow when I told him to....