This seems like a job for good ol' DarKo. I've been here since the dawn of the deepthroat and I know that this place is not what it once used to be. Once Abe used to smile sitting on his pitty-looking horse-thingy but these days... well he just isn't the last hope of the Mudokons anymore so to speak. What we need here is something new and fresh, you know those apples sitting on top of the crown in the tree, those who sees the sun for just a few more minutes. I have an idea which I've stuck with for so many years now. A sort of backup plan that always has been ready to rock, ready to stand against those penis-threads that have haunted us for several decades now. I will not hesitate but I will still need your help, I need your trust and all of your semen. (Yes that last part was what we in Sweden call - A joke.)
Now for my plan.
Twiglets! Lot's of them!
