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Pimpletron started to retrace his path back toward the huge black gates. As he came out of the cellars and into the prison courtyard, he sensed something different. He stopped in his tracks. His spider sense was tingalingaling. The courtyard looked the same but... it came to him in a flash - where were the guards he had knocked out with his flower of somnolence? A cold fear gripped Pimpletron. Before he could react a huge net fell on him from above. He tried to free himself from it but he only got more entangled in the mess. "It's no use Pimpletron", said a pig in an Armani suit stepping out of the shadows, "the more you struggle the more it traps you". "Capitalist swine!", Pimpletron spat towards him. "Better a French capitalist than an English fop", replied the pig with a smile, "Welcome to Paris Pimpernel, we've been expecting you". The guards had come around now and surrounded the prisoner. The pig lit up a cigar, "So you want to destroy us from the inside eh? Well we'll see about that won't we?" He stepped closer to Pimpernel, "Band nights", he said pronouncing the words slowly, "Are on Sundays. Take him away guards!"

Lounge Piranha Maya gig RESCHEDULED to Sunday May 11th 2008, 9pm

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