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<i>Previously, After crash landing in Hackney marshes, Shrodingers cat was trapped under the rubble of their spaceship. A heartily attempt by Crispin and Alfred to dig out their friend from the wreckage; spurred on by quotes of Dante was successful. Though the dead part of Shrodingers cat was killed in the crash which has created a rather worryingly perplex parallax. Our heroes are now on a mission to borrow the queen of England scales to solve the parallax, but not before pillaging the village of Hackney and shooting some tigers! so this is where are story continues. </i>

You might remember the man with the hair from episode one, well he was at the bar where are story continues not just 5 minutes ago, though he has gone now and he still hasn’t bought down capitalism. If he had been here now , 5 minutes later from when he left, not now literally, he would of bumped into our heroes as they entered.

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"Welcome to our Taberknackle of Ales " beated the busty wrench

"I will have 3 of your finest pints of beer " Roared Crispin! Alfred looked slightly glum " And a straw for my short flippered friend as well " That got Alfred smiling.

The Busty wrench began to pour our heroes ales

"So what brings you to the fair village of Hackney ? "

"We are here to pillage the village, and to shoot your tigers and then go and borrow the queen of England’s scales"

"Well I’m afraid there are no tiger's left in Hackney, The Lord Flickabottom shot them all last week "

"DAMM " Cursed Crispin

"DARN!" Cursed Shrodingers Cat and another darn from Alfred followed.

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"Legend has it that a perfectial atomically balanced cat, a quintessential gent and a literature quoting penguin will come and conquer the lord Flickabottom and return the tigers to hackney village, where once again strangers can shoot them "

"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known. " Roared Alfred "For could it be that I am that penguin ? "

"And if the scales we borrow from the queen , cure the perplex parallax then I will be that perfectial atomically balanced cat "


"Another round of beers !" Cried Crispin


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And with that the busty wrench, knew Hackney had found the three that would return the tigers to Hackney.....


<b>To be continued .... </b>