Eyes in the blood red starry starry night sky.

Gleetings from The Sky ! Gravesend calling !

So it is that, using Beebler Beebler tech and magic, Sir Picanuper has placed Rathbone in geosynchronous orbit over the town where he will search for signs of encroaching moggery or other such noisome grimliness. The acolytes of mogg, risen by force of greed from the foulest depths, emit nauseous aura which Rathbone is able to descry with his Glass, also his eyes pierce the pungent miasma of mogg-spoor, so that none may pass unseen.

Of course, Sir Picanuper is woke and surrounded by his faithful and loving friends, including quite a lot of proper super-heroes.

Let’s listen in.

“Ground Control to Rathbone ! Ground Control to Rathbone ! Come in, Rathbone ! Out !”
“Roger, Ground Control, receiving loud and clear ! Out !”
“Report sighting of mogg activity, Rathbone ! Out!
“Not A Sausage * Ground Control, repeat, Not A Sausage, out !”
“Received and understood, Rathbone ! Top Notch ! Chocks Away ** !”
“Tally Ho, Ground Control, Tally Ho *** !”
“Ground Control Over And Out.”
“Rock On Tommy ****.”


* Top Secret code; zero
** Top Secret code; Luton 3 Arsenal 4
*** Top Secret code; Come on yooou reds !
**** Top Secret code; Speak soon.

Walk Tall !