It’s Day Seven. Today, Imitanis and I saw what looked like the first stages in a huge project to create a new secret lair. No doubt it’s filled with snake pits and shark-infested pools and other such monstrosities. However, the blandness of the English countryside leaves us unable to draw nearer to take a proper look.
We’ve decided on a strategy. We are going to make a trip to gather together the forces of the ex-staff members, in order to attack the enemy base before it becomes too powerful. Sure, they have robots. But if all goes well, we’ll have a drunk Australian (is there any other kind?) and an angry koala that hasn’t been fed properly in three weeks. It sounds about even.