Jamboni ran through the tunnels of his subterranean

McGreggor had in store for the rest of the rabbits. Jamboni, son of Peter, was the last of the Welsh bred thumper clan. He hopped up the hill vowing to return for revenge and

made his way to Sellafield where all the rabids, err rabbits were big as dogs with fangs "arr!" After his transmutation, Jamboni returned to the McGreggor farm to avenge his clan

but he was apparently too late. Piled in front of the entry gate were the remains of several human bodies, preserved by the harsh Scottish winter. Jamboni's attack-rabbits whined

and strained against their elfen-steel leashes. Peering beneath their kilts, Jamboni saw that they had been savaged by the wilding gerbils. He feared for the future of the

Starkadian Lapstees. Jamboni applied the Fern Witch's balm to their wounds. To get revenge on the wilding gerbils Jamboni opened the shoot releasing the necromancing hamsters

into the field of despondency. The resulting gerbilcide was beautiful in it's cruel efficiency. Jamboni had equipped each necrohamster with a staff 4 vs. gerbil and in a sick

bloody Big Bang it was all suddenly over. The evil gerbils were diminished, completely erased from existence and the necrohamsters... well, their bodyparts were all over the place.

Some thought that was a problem, but I explained the necrohamsters USED the magic to control dead. The zombiehamsters would have come back to life, & they'd never been summoned.

Do you understand, Mr. Bond, what I have set in motion here? Muahaha! Muaahahaha! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! (to be continued...)