I might have miscalculated when I started this battle. I thought finding a place as a headquarters and then ridding it of all its occupants so there would be no interruptions while I was working on sighting up all the rest of the planet's occupants at the other end of my ray gun. Well, first of all, I am finding more resistance that I expected, because these earthlings do not understand that certain biological weapons are outside the rules to use and they keep throwing cheese at me. Thankfully, with the great electronic barrier surrounding my headquarters, very little gets through, but, still, enough has gotten through to make me pretty ill. Thankfully, the little gray varmints have come to the rescue. The little beasts actually eat cheese and convert it into these little harmless pellets that easily melt into the slime. They eat every scrap of such they find. I started to zap them when the first one or two showed up. I noticed them sniffing among the slime on the floor near where I was resting, trying to regain the strength that has recently left me, and, as they continued to nibble here and there, I began to feel my strength return. My superior intelligence tells me that means there was still some type of cheese infestation within my headquarters and that these vermin were finding and eating such cheese. Come one and all, you little vermin. Please feel free to eat every scrap of cheese you find!
Posted by Zongo the Ruthless at September 2, 2004 04:59 PM