the fatbwoi gerbil army...

if i tap on the floor, really loud... he'll probably go away...

b is having a panic... he is in fact the worlds shyest gerbil, his brother is working on 'the tube' (again) - he is probably the world's most persistent gerbil... if its a metal bar, he will destroy it; 'the tube', he will destroy it, and so on and so forth...

thing is what fid has in lean muscular strength, he lacks in technique... there's only one of these gerbils can efficiently destroy a toilet roll, the other one just works his way straight down the middle of the tube and ends up sitting in a giant u-shaped length of cardboard... lame.

b is highly intelligent, if a lil' nervous with it... but is a touch on the feeble side when it comes to traditional gerbil activities like scratching and trying to dig up. much than fid better at crafting a bed though...

the bed making process does not appear to be a democratic one...

it seems like the first gerbil to get bored of running round shocked at the new/clean-ness of everything and stick some bedding down somewhere is the gerbil that decides where the bed is built...

so we can all guess who started the one directly under the water bottle can't we...

word up you crazy cats... this is the fatbwoi gerbil army, the sweetest smelling army in the world*... they like melon and they make a lot of noise.

these are the facts

fid likes a bit of dub, but b is more of a soul man...

they'd generally prefer it it i put the guitar down...

happy time

(*to a given value of sweet not necessarily including what is traditionally regarded as sweet, and also to a given value of world not necessarily representative of the world)