'ello Playmates!
Only your favourite bat reporting in and I'm not pleased at all. Only the other day I was experimenting in the cellars to bring you a new culinary treat in the frozen instant desert line (marmite ripple ice cream) and what do the ungrateful bastards who make the stuff do? Do they choose me, a cuddly and infinitely loveable Giant Rubber Goth Bat, to be the new face of their product? Of course not. They have to go for a fluffy and deeply sinister bear of uncertain temper named after a London railway station instead. Well I tell you the gloves are now off so you'd better look out Mister Liverpool Street Bear as no one will want to employ you to sell their product when you've had your fur rubbed all over with a certain well-known brand of yeast extract and rolled in crunchy breakfast cereal
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