Fed up with the greedy president of Ingerland's taxation on petroleum, Sonny Longtackle hatched a cunnilinguist plan to develop his very own super fuel. Sonny was a man of humble means and the ever increasing price of crude oil prevented him from driving his beloved Ford Anglia - which he'd aquired from a friendly one legged gent in Wix. Seeing as it was a manual, the unipedal fellow could never change gear properly and so thought Sonny would have more use for it. But more of that another time.
And so, off to the garden shed he plodded armed with a six pack of super tenants, the ashes of his late pet carp brian, some uranium and a giant neon ramekin. "I'll teach that pesky pres to hike the cost of commuting" Sonny pondered, as he began mixing the ingredients. Now little did Sonny know, that uranium can be a tempermental bugger, especially when combined with the favourite tipple of the tramp and the remains of a dead fish, and before he had time to scratch his third testicle there was an almighty explosion.
As the dust settled and the ringing in his suspiciously small ears subsided - he peered into the giant ramekin (which had survived the blast) to see what had become of his devious plan.
"WELL BATTER ME DANGLEBERRIES!" he cried in surprise. For what he spied,sitting inside the giant piece of pottery, were four little figures aglow with radioactive splendour. But what was stranger still, these tiny fellows seemed to possess an uncanny ability to play some shit kicking tunes with their little instruments that had also been created in the explosion somehow.
"This is even better than bootleg petrol" he thought. "I shall name you 'The Fentons', after my mother's maiden name, before she forgot it, and you shall travel the land, filling the air with your rockin compositions, and I'll take a substantial percentage which will allow me to drive my beloved car as long as i wish!"
And so he did...
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