The city of Pabmilae began as a small collection

The city of Pabmilae began as a small collection of villages circa 150 BCE.

Each village was unique. Initially they were numbered, starting at 1, until the residents thought up a name of their own for their village. There were thatched roof houses with

in feet of the smoldering volcano. A powderkeg to say the least. Now, in order to name their village, the villagers had to come up with a colossal ceremony.

First they would drink soupcans around the fire, and dance their tribal soup dance. The best dancer would be thrown into the volcano, and his/her name would be given to the village

people, who would write and perform a catchy dance hit about him/her. So the ritual went ahead, and this year, the winner was

... Hamilton! But everyone expected that. Or at least this bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman did.

And they were prepared. With what was left of the ammo, they pulled together a small army of very drunk Irishman. A piper played an up-tempo tune to keep them awake. Once

they remembered that bagpipes had been banned by the U.N. for violations agains mankind('s ears) though,they ordered the Irish to turn piper and pipe into Haggis.The recipe had to

-g as no vegetarians or vegans were invited. The rabbits RSVP'd: "We don't care if it's kosher, we aint eating no eyeballs or junk. Thank you for thinking of us, though."