Brought to you by the tender ministrations of “Little Frigging in the Wold“….
“It begins, slowly rising out of the swamp like a lawyer at dawn. We clutch our poking sticks to our chests in trepidation as the vague shape stumbles out of the mists towards us. Then, as the features of this unknown beast resolve themselves out of the heavy mists hanging over the swamp…”
Read the whole thing, it is teh funneh (as Obnoxio would say.)