Something is happening to the Large-Jawed Woman, O Cross Fit Trainer to the Elder Gods! She has received some news from the Terran Californian legal system, and is not pleased.

Minion Bruce keeps scampering around shrieking "Thar she blows! Thar she blows!"

Requesting immediate extraction, I am

Your faithful Minion,

Also, not sure about where this is from, Your Immensity, but this beamed in from somewhere.

The Large-Jawed Woman has lost it, O Anteater of the Sacred Insects of the Outer Rings! There has been a shift in her personal relationship status that has truly startled Minion Wannabe Bruce, who said, and I quote, O Grand Shovel:

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurl, you in trouble now!"

The Boy Friend has taken his truck and left for parts unknown, leaving the Large-Jawed Woman to her own devices. He apparently clawed his way out from under her (see previous post, Your Magnitude) and has taken up residence in another part of the area. This leaves the Large-Jawed Woman with only the Elderly One, and that is apparently not enough. She rages, and carries on about her supposed abusers, taunting their legal representative and daring him to prove that she has maligned anyone.

Minion Bruce and I respectfully request to be relieved from our duties here at the Base Camp.

Your faithful, but increasingly worried, minion ---

Illuminati

There is a rumor that the Boy Friend has escaped the clutches of the Large-Jawed Woman, O Ring-Ding of the Pantry Shelves of Theta! This is not true!

He cannot move. At all.

Your faithful Minion,

Illuminati