Some of you may have felt a tremor this evening. If you were early to bed, maybe a strange banging overcame you. If you live far from The Village, perhaps a slight tremble in your trousers.
Don't panic. If your seismograph went wild, blame us. The AC30 is finally back from the menders, and she's brought a bastard love child with her, a Leviathan no less. And we gave them both a right good go up the Skittle Alley.
Now, to sleep, perchance to dream...
- posted from a wireless telegraph
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