Spiderbadger - The Lineage

Spiderbadger - The continuing saga......

With the battle to bring his Evil Nemesis Dr Ronald McDickhead to justice, our hero, realizing his abilities & resources would be stretched to breaking point enlisted the first of his trusty sidekicks, Dan AKA Physcho Skippy & the not so reliable but aptly named Simon AKA Sofasub.The battle had raged on the roof tops & in the loft spaces of Oxford, Kings Lynn, Bicester an more besides. Ever finding the foul miscreant would evade capture an leave a trail of human devastation an suffering plus polystyrene cartons an stench filled skips to blight the streets & gutters of good Towns and Cities across this fair Isle.

The final epic battle in this war would come to a tiny roof top, 2 miles out of a village in South Lincolnshire, rain lashed down an the thunder tore through the slate grey sky. Spiderbadger, cornered, alone but undaunted, would face his enemy, unbowed he laughed wildly an issued the now famous battle cry, "Stuff yer F**kin supersize Fries Ronald, I'm here for ya Filters". A great flash of lightning split the clouds, thunder, having been out done an upstaged, decided to push off to find a more appropriate setting an then........... Silence.

The mobile phone was vibrating, the buzz seemed defeaning after the near total void which had followed the storm, the man answered it, distant static a passing annoyance, the faraway voice, hard to make out, he strained to hear, uncertain if he'd caught the conversation correctly. "We've got it, we've got it." Came the announcement. "Got what" the man said, still unsure . The female speakers voice shrilled out again, "We've got it... ThePub you Divot." Realization, came as slowly as the weekend. They'd Got it!!!! The woman was speaking once more, calmer than before, "It means you can tell Dave your leaving an he'll have to find someone else to service Burtons an Topshops Air Con units. I'll be glad your not up any more ladders that's for sure". The man let this sink in, he was going to be leaving the Roof tops an walkways for a life behind bars....... could he adapt? Could he cope with the pleasantries an subservience he'd have to show? Unsure, but somewhat excited, he would make the call, Spiderbadger would retire, the world had changed, it had seen through Evil Dr Rons Happy Snacks, & forced him to come clean, show the world what he was inflicting on the populace, the rumour had even gone round, they would make him sell SALAD!!! Yes the country could live without him, it would adapt an survive, they would COPE.

But, should they ever need him, our hero would answer the call. Possibly on the second ring, or maybe, just maybe, if he was on the Khazee, he'd let the answer phone get it, an give them a ring back, after lunch, before the coffee. They could be sure of it................