Blimey, I've just been putting the bins out round the back of the bunker and there isn't half a stink! I think the foxes may be back again, best organise another fox hunt (the home counties crowd pay a good wad to come here for that). Oh, and I found a pile of discarded Special Brew cans and an empty bottle of Ibuprofen, so they must be wino foxes.
Don't know why I'm doing the bins anyway, the place always seems to be overrun with Henchmen, but if you want one it's always "Oh, I'm busy recalibrating the death ray" or "I'm doing guard duty" or "I'm being hung upside down over the killer whale tank as punishment for leaving my post to put out the bins". Shirkers the lot of em, always the first to call in dead when an enemy secret agent infiltrates the island.
On the way back in through the bunker I decide to check out the stores. All seems well until I get to room 51 (Pickled Onion Monster Munch). The door is ajar. Someone will pay for this, nobody messes with the Evil Monster Munch!
