[Stu]

So one day Arista was walking down the street musing about what it would be like to have his earlobes done in by a perky little fox. He decided that now would be a good time to visit the gay fox hooker shop. Now as a children's storyteller by definition the details of this journey into the underworld of vulpine fetishism astounded me but let's press on, Arista was on his way down the street still thinking of Foxes when he stopped and realized back in his flat he was recording a fox documentary not in HD.

"You fiend!" yelled a barely-dressed Graeme Stickings, running from behind with a look of sheer menace. Arista turned around; "Now Now, I don't want any trouble Sticks" he said, slowly grabbing hold of his sword from behind his back. ''SILENCE!' whispered Sticks : ''Know thus that nothing compares to seeing all the little greying fox hairs around all the little fox sex holes in crystal 1080i clarity! Yes! I can read minds! Whacky plot revelation!''.