FTSE100 is God and only me and Fat Dwarf has realised. We must stop him before children get hurt. Fat Dwarf is too scared so I have to warn you myself. It's FTSE100. He is God. And he's Archie Macjoyce.
I'm almost certain that any oddity or anomaly on this site has, to varying extents, been something to do with FTSE. Somehow I feel I've said too much, Mr. Pig - if that is your real name...
All right, so I'm a Territorial Pig, I just like to dress up at weekends. Where's the harm in that? Now they're going to send me to grub for roots in Afghanistan. I thought it was all just a game but they say I've accepted the Queen's potato peelings and now I have to go.
Before I go I want to put a stop to FTSE. We're here to write, not to have fun. Writing is serious.
Every night I dream I'm FTSE. Sometimes I wake up to find it's true. Last time I mentioned his name I was abducted by aliens and probed for hours. His spies are everywhere.
Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again. FTSE was there. "The dwarf community is getting out of hand," he snarled menacingly. "Got a lawnmower, have you? Lawnmowers disappear. Happens all the time."
In the morning I found he'd taken my lawn and replaced it with a mowed one.
I am sore afraid. Yea, though I walk in the path of righteousness, still I fear I might become FTSE.
The All New Pepsoid the Second!
The All New Pepsoid the Second!
The All New Pepsoid the Second!