February 25, 2014

The Bitterbat household was all atizzy. For Clem Bitterbat, the criminally insane patriarch, had escaped the parlor. Sending out feelers collected from butterflies to all authorities, the Bitterbat household was taken aback when an armored division surrounded their compound. Urged to issue forth and reach for the sky, the Bitterbats complied, though not without quite a lot of giggling. Later, a team of minions swept the grounds and found nothing of note. Plenty of contraband, though, and a buried and still functioning dairy.

This I swear,
Clem Bitterbat

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