The Saga of Nigel the Hedgehog: Chapter X
Nigel thought about the evil overbearing and generally caddish Overlord's last words and then considered the amount of times that the Overlord had involved gonads in his plots. From these vital pieces of information he could reason the way in which the Overlord intended to rid the world of hedgehogs. "I'm a lumberjack and I'm ..." sang Nigel happily as he slowly came down to land just outside a public erinacious lavatory. What better way to remove hedgehogs than to ensure they couldn't breed, and what better way to ensure they can't breed than by removing male hedgehog's gonads. Nigel rushed in, in his familiar 'I'm ready to rescue defenceless citizens from certain death' mood and faced a row of urinals ahead of him and a series of closed doors on his left. Behind the door closest to him Nigel could hear screaming. "Oh no!", he cried "I've arrived too late." He smashed down the door with a mighty superhedgehog smack and then, blushing profusely, he picked the door back up and apologised to the incumbent hedgehog and his sheepy friend that Nigel had disturbed. The next cubicle he was a little more cautious about entering when a scream rang out from behind its door...
The scream got louder and louder and higher and higher in pitch untill Nigel
could hold back no longer. With super-heroic swiftness he: knocked
quietly on the door and said, "Errrrr...are you in need of any help??"
"Yeeeeesssssssssss!!!!!!", came the frantic reply. This was it, Nigel's
chance to do something really useful, producing 10p from his utility
belt Nigel deftly gained access to the latrine. Upon whizzing the door
open Nigel was confronted with a painfull sight......
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| Notice how these two words are exactly the same and also appear one
above the other, clever isn't it? See if you can do better.
... ( "Hi, I'm Simon the Sight, and I'm in pain" - sorry ), Nigel could see
what was going on. In the cubicle was not only a hedgehog ( Nigel it was not ),
but also a man, wearing a striped shirt, quite like the men Nigel had met in
the overlords employ. He also carried a sharp weapon, which Nigel, recognised
from the overlord's laboratory as being a hedgehog-gonads ( Nigel remembered
the name with horror ) chopping knife. The hedgehog must be Nigel'ed away,
( or rescued , for those not totally au fait with the style Nigel speaks with )
so he paused to spring ( The handspring was always the move Nigel was best at -
he rarely missed his target ). He sprang viciously at him , Nigel catching him
on the back of the head and knocking him out. It just shows Nigel always gets
his man.Nigel disrespectfully poked the crumpled-up, gnarled, charred, rumpled, smelly, stiltskined, old, cadaverous(Kelvin word believe it or not) body to make sure that it was dead. Indeed it was ...
He placed his John-Thomas away in his U-belt (in the pocket named indispensable tools) and turned to face Simon. Simon was visibly distressed by the recent proceedings and dived into Nigel's warm embrace in order to gain some comfort. "Steady on now, old chap", said Nigel as Si began ruffling those extra-super- steel-like-gelled-back-spines, sending quivers down his spine. By now quite a crowd had gathered to bear witness to this romantic lavatorical scene of two hedgehogs held in each other's arms. Police were rushing around as well gathering statements regarding the death of the man in the striped shirt (death in self defence of course and not murder). TV stations from all over the world had been posted in to capture on film the particularly moving scenes. The fire brigade and Irish-lets-fixit-cowboy-construction- company had to be called in to rip out the roof of the lav's so that all the Japanese tourists in their flying machines could see not only Nige&Si but also all those hairy workmen's bums. Gorbachev pulled Ronnie (i.e. the dimwitted ex-president and not the ex-sheep) in out of the morgue to hold a summit on nuclear warheads and the use of utility belts. Sam Fox had vowed never to cause humankind so much anguish again by showing us her dustbin-lids - all this to commemorate the joining of two hedgehogs. But in all this no-one noticed the "I'm a gay communist bagde" that fell out of Si's bag...
Luckily, Si noticed this small round statement of political belief fall out of his bag. 'Phew' thought Si. Unluckly, Nigel noticed him hastely picking it up. And since all super-heroes are right-wing 'protectors of democracy', 'free will', etc. Nigel was totally against communism. Even worse was *gay* communism. Luckily, Nigel's love for Si (that had grown and grown) was stronger than any political belief. He felt he could forgive Si for the moment, and convert him later. He would keep quiet. Unluckly, a greasy reporter from 'the moon' didn't think so. The reporter decided to make a smear campaign that would make Nigel the centre of a 'communist super-hero' scandal. Oh what woe was to fall upon our super-hero!
Nigel felt confused and upset by all the attention that had suddenly been piled upon him; at heart he was a very modest animal who wanted only to be loved and adored from a distance. He backed off further and further into the corner, his head spinning and his spines erect. He sank to the ground and howled loudly "I am not a gay communist, I am a hedgehog". He had seen the Elephant Man several times and was not one to miss out on a melodramatic episode when he could contrive one. Then he noticed a huge hole in the wall that no-one had yet seen due to their un-super-hedgehog-like ignorance. "Hmm, created by the after-effects of an erinacious curry, I'll wager!", Nigel thought to himself as he crept out. On the other side he removed the huge tub of quick dry polyfilla that he always kept behind his ear in case of emergencies and covered his escape route expeditiously. Then, squintingly, he turned around with considerable trepidation as he knew, from experience, the kind of horrific scenarios that we always put him through.
Nigel's wildest imaginations (and they got *pretty* damn wild sometimes) could not match the sight that was to meet him. As Nigel slowly turned, almost petrified with trepidation (two good, honest, kelvin like words there) he started to see, out of the corner of his eye....OH NO!!!He had not escaped the tangled plot of the overlord and Fatlegsmason the Grand Wizard Testicle of Chaos as before him he saw the largest, evilest looking testicle he had ever seen (and believe me he had seen some pretty awesome Gonads in his fight against the Overlord, but you know that anyway). The testicle was so mean that it ate baby hedgehogs on toast for breakfast. It opened it's horribly toothsome gob and said "Can I interest you in a Green party manifesto, or perhaps a carton of enviromentally sound detergent. Excuse me but is the spine-spray you use CFC free. I do hope you recycle your toilet paper. ..... ozone layer.... oil slicks ...... maple trees ........ flowers in our hair ......". Oh my GOD, uttered Nigel, Fatlegsmason's plan involved Aging Hippy Green Party Politics and Ecologically Sound Student Rag Mag Sellers!!!!!!! He would soon have to put a stop to this, after all, what good was a hedgehog if he couldn't spike his spines up with Studio-Hog from Lorry-driver Spinespray (sculpt your spines, anyway you like it!). Nigel barged past the Gonad with purpose in his stride and set off to .......
Ponder the meaning of this new twist in the plot. He was proud of the way he could walk nowhere in particular, and still seem to have purpose in his stride. He was fundamentally opposed to 'green' ideas, their supporters should be lobotomised. He believed in market forces, nuclear power, nuclear oblivion and sucking the planet dry. He put himself first, and was only doing this super - hero lark so as to set up his new film to be a blockbuster, this press coverage might not be too bad, as he could prove he was not communist, and not gay ( He had had some candid pictures taken of himself and Nancy for just this eventuality ). The coverage would sell his film, and he could sue 'The Moon' for all the money he could get ! MMMmmmm, he was looking forward to this !
