dle then instructed Billy Gargoyle: Twaddle Drum Major- Beat the drum slowly. Pickles And to the roll of the big drum, Olaf Gallowsbird, the man who headed an army of Cidermen, climbed unto the cart. He took the salute and sat down on one of the beer-crates. A nasty looking little blighter, a man who once sent his British MENSA papers to Michael Miles, followed him. His name was Davy Brudder. And finally by the man who stole milk from the NSPCC, Twaddle’ s acknowledged, right-hand man, Cecil Cretin. Marmaduke Twaddle shook each man by the hand, clapped the three newcomers and invited the crowd to do the same. Twaddle It is my great pleasure! Ladies and Gentlemen please! It is my great pleasure-- would that fat old bag with the yellow hat shut her frigging gob! And, Gallowsbird! Get those men of yours under control. Pickles Olaf Gallowsbird went forward and grabbed the rusty, milk jug with the missing bottom: Gallowsbird Don’ t speak your words anymore! Don’ t clap your hands anymore! Listen to that man there with the fat ass. Listen to what he’ s telling you. Pickles Marmaduke Twaddle sat down and hid his head in his hands. I thought he was going to be sick. Cretin stepped forward and urged his master: Cretin Stand up to them, Duke. Face them like the courageous man I know you are. Get up and speak your words. Pickles Marmaduke swiped at his mate. He was absolutely livid: Twaddle Don’ t treat me like I was one of those Cider-morons! You little red headed prick. Pickles Cretin slunk into the background in a huff and it was then that Davy Brudder made his first play for power. He went forward and grabbed the rusty, milk jug with the bottom gone and announced: Brudder I now call on our honoured leader- MISTER MARMADUKE TWADDLE. Pickles‘ What odds will you lay against that little swine getting the top job ', I asked Perkin Snipes, the man who is reputed to have a pension from the Army and Navy Stores. Snipes Top job! Nine to two, being as you asked. Pickles Ten bob! Snipes You ' re on, two pounds and five shillings to ten shillings. Twaddle Ladies and Gentlemen, your attention please! Pickles Twaddle had gathered himself together again: Twaddle It is my great pleasure to announce to you my selection to head up our newly incorporated order: R. I. P. Pickles Little Cecil Cretin stepped forward in anticipation. A smile crept back on his poxy face. And Twaddle continued: