Spiderbadger - Modern Tales

Dawns Grey mist clung steadfastly to the quaysides stone and steel. The air damp enough to make the coat stick to the hooded figures shoulders. A noise in the distance spoke of rumbling carriages, and bleary eyed passengers, rolling towards another day of toil and misery. From high above, a shrouded figure spread wide his caped arms, the moon light gleamed from the sheer body hugging Lycra jump/boiler suit (with the extra panel for the lurrrrrve handels). The apparition sniffed deep the air and turning to his companion declared, "well boy blunder, I've laddered these tights". So with a cough of uncertainty and embarrassment Spiderbadger returned to fight the unseen enemy which corrupts this once great Land, free the down trodden masses, and bring economical ladies under garments & hosiery to the nation & grubby market stall, every thursday, rain or shine.