Almith fears for his domain. He can feel an angry underaisin (or was it the cole and law he had for lunch?) but can see no visible signs of unrest. The Junior Manarjers are stopping him in his ambition to take over the neighbouring domain of Ford. So, with the aid of Cute, he unhatched a plan. Unknown to him, Cute is really a Young Traileg Spy. She is working closely with him in the hope of revealing big things. She is keeping him occupied with his fantasies while Bod and Pog investigate his dealings...

Kaul is the only one who has direct contact with Bod and Pog. This is via an asynchronous transmission wavelength of 9600 bauds from his 'on' button to the token ring surrounding Bod and Pog. His code name is Basil and they have worked out a code between them whereby Kaul repeats random words or phrases several times and accompanies them with occasional twitches to aid in decoding....

PM-D (shortened to Bulk) has incredible power within the Arg domain. He is feared by all except Almith and Brok (the head of the Operations department). Brok is also feared, but only by those who know him. His two helpers, Jean (shortened to Flop) and Anne (shortened to Large) attend to his every whim. Flop in particular makes sure his snowpexed nosekerchief is always clean and ready for the next exploration into the inner, sticky regions of his ear. Large is just generally available and usually does her available while she's eating. She's one of the rare life forms who can do more than one thing at a time. But I have digressed here, I was talking about Bulk....

Bulk's speciality is the elimiation of women. His red face can expand to resemble a balloon and when he decides to cackle, it explodes and showers women with a sheet of ignorance, of which he has in abundance. He often tricks them into playing with it. He tells them it's in the interest of the community and for the progress of stock control without which we would have no fish fingers. After playing with it, they are emotionally drained and unable to control their glares. But, Bulk has been trained to cope with glares. He has a glareproof vest which shields him from extra strong rays, so he does not turn into a lump of grey stone (although to some he appears that way already). Bulk also has the privilege of using Bad Breath ammunition. As you can see, he has all the necessary equipment to deal with women.

And so, as Jacqui rose over the horizon and bathed the green/blue domain of Arg in a blaze of scarlet, Bod and Pog were busy working on a master plan. Well, Bod was working on it - Pog was busy changing the spec... With the dawn of the age of Pisces, the ruling Manarjers decided to be prepared for any possible revolts by the Trailegs. They appointed Wag (formerly known as JGW, but that's difficult to pronounce) to Chief Advisor on exterminations. His particular speciality was suffocation by black bin bag. Unknown to him, the Trailegs knew the exact position of the ammunition stores area as it was targeted on their spec for the next ambush.

One mornoon, while Wag was occupied wagging his laser-beam loaded finger at Pig (she had cleaned the grill), Kaul managed to get his arms and legs into the stores. The area was quite small - the cupboard under the sink. While there, he transmitted, in half-duplex mode, the type and quantities of the weapons surrounding him. It was quite revealing. There were countless parts and assemblies and there, almost hidden behind the Domestos, were the black bin bags. Six of them! This indeed was a breakthrough. Somehow, they would have to snatch them all - it obviously was a task too big for Kaul to tackle on his own.

Pig was not a Traileg, but unknown to them, was on their side. She too worshipped their God, Ferdinand, the great plant in the sky, without which there would be no Guardian. Pig had been trying to poison Wag for a long time. She had been informed by a reliable source (Uncle Cyril) that a dirty koop left in the sink for a prolonged period (at least a day) would produce enough germans to contaminate Wag's system and cause him to have a breakup. She was at last succeeding. The death would be a slow, cruel one. She had noticed the first symptoms: exaggerated hand movements; strange leg movements whereby one wool-plated leg would stamp on the floor erratically (only happens when there is extra stress or tension). Wag had also begun to let out steam. He had that tell-tale sign - a halo of smoke around his feet. His memory was going. He could no longer operate his laser-beam loaded finger. (The rays emitted from it could prove fatal if there was enough knuckle behind them). And, to top it all, he had mislaid the girl guide and technical documentation.....