[Growltigga]

writhing in disgust at the horrible buweiser flavour cream pie filling Mac has covered him in, Tigga curses quietly to himself and watches as Mac and the rest of the redneck Coors-swilling good ol' boys strut out onto the patio and turn on their ghettobLaster packed full of crappy Bruce Springsteen and John Cougar Mellencamp songs... Tigga realises that only he stands between the force of Chaos manifested by sweaty crappy beer swilling rednecks in pickup trucks and civilisation as we know it.

"Huzzah" thinks our gallant cat "said oiks are on the patio, in fact right on top of the 2 tons of semtex I buried earlier and right in trajectory to the antihick patriot missile battery I rigged up on the surrounding hills" - in order to save life as we know it, he pulls out detonator and explodes the mine... and then watches in delight as the hicks are shot up into the air and then shot down by the missiles

"Bloody marvellous" thinks the cat as the fluffy bunnies vigourouly towel him down