Frantically, Cecil searched his backpack for a weapon. "A sponge... a teddy bear... some loose jelly... dammit, haven't I got anything sharp in here?"
The evil pop clones approached, salivating profusely. Suddenly, Cecil's mouth closed around something solid.
"Awright! A... a Boyzone album? Uh oh..."
At the sight of their mortal enemies, the equally evil Boyzone Cult of Darkness, the 5ive became enraged. Uttering their blood curdling war cry "WIGGY WIGGY, WE'RE GETTIN' JIGGY!" they lept at Cecil, tearing his fabric to pieces, pulling off his button eyes, and pulling out his tongue in an orgy of Satanic frenzy and synchronised dancing.

Gee, thanks for that. I really appreciate being murdered by deranged pop groups. Go back and start again. And get it right this time! Idiot.

THE END

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