from Weta:
By Jove! The Miniature Goliathon 83 has returned!
Galactic Gentlefolk!
We would like to thoroughly congratulate the glorious artisans and scientific titans at the Goliathon plant on having delivered the final 400 Goliathon 83 — Miniature Edition! Which means you have your chance to complete your set! These mouthwateringly miniscule weapons of mouse destruction really are the dog’s private parts. It also fills us with anticipation that a distinct humming sound has recently been emanating from the miniaturisation department. Could it really be that the initial trio soon may be joined by others? Who dares to hope?
Cocky
The Lord of insatiable trophy aggregation — Cockswain — is up to his usual under-handed trickery. You may already have spied the celluloid we’ve acquired? No? Well you should — it’s a veritable bonanza of bad taste. Please help us figure out what it all means. We’re baffled.
Tally-Ho from some of our Blunderbuss Patrons
Since the first few batches of hermetically sealed crates of Unnatural Selectors have reached their blood-thirsty new households, we’ve heard back from some of the survivors. It is obvious that this fine clientele take their sports-shooting very seriously. To arm yourself with an Unnatural Selector is not merely a disdainful nod in the direction of Darwin, the naturalist rapscallion, but of course the ultimate expression of good breeding and taste!
So after you cast your eyes longingly at the playthings of the well-heeled and well-armed — why not go check out the Miniature F.M.O.M. and the Miniature Goliathon. They still pack a better punch than a slap in the face with a wet Thrusk!
Cheerio,
William
Dr. William Young
Archivist and Historian for Dr. Grordbort’s Estate