Alien autopsies in Cambridge??

Hi Guys

I know that my regular readers come here because they like little moments of whimsy in their lives, and I apologise to those of you who object to the gear change to seriousness here, but I saw something recently that really shocked me. And I think this needs to be shared and publicised so that this cruelty can stop.

Did you know that there is a secret base on the outskirts of Cambridge that could rival area 51 itself for secrecy and controversial activity?
Last night, drunkenly stumbling home from the pub I got lost and somehow ended up miles from my house and inside this compound. I have no idea how I managed it, but I guess it is not without precedent that alcohol can get you into these scrapes - as this guy will attest.

Anyway, what I saw in there totally sobered me up. Little orange creatures the like of which I have never seen before. I can only speculate on where they came from or how they ended up in this sorry place, all I know is that they have not met with human mercy. For it would appear - whether these are newly discovered species of earth or unfortunate aliens crash landed here by mistake - the military think they are worth learning more about.


Sheeple, wake up! - Alien autopsies are happening right here in Cambridge, right under your very noses.
AND I HAVE PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE TO PROVE IT

This poor creature had had his stomach cut open and most of his innards removed, for what ominous purpose I can only speculate.

There were jars and jars of body parts floating in jars of foul viscous liquid. Many of their heads had been removed, although - non scientist as I am - I can't help but think that this happened before they died. Strange.

PLEASE, HELP ME PUBLICISE THIS SO THIS CRUELTY CAN END!

Ludo hat

More silliness from Labyrinth


This here is a whole heap of eyes

 

Ludo ... fwend

And a better photo of the ears, not that they are particularly exciting

Fiery from Labyrinth

When the sun goes down (when the sun goes down)
And the bats are back to bed (and the bats are back)
The brothers come 'round (the brothers come 'round)
I get out of my dirty bed (my dirty bed)

I shake my pretty little head (I shake my pretty little head)
Tap my pretty little feet (tap my pretty little feet)
Feeling brighter than sunlight (oh)
Louder than thunder (oh)

Bouncing like a yo-yo, wooh (oh)

It is all fun and games until someone throws you in prison for head robbery. Then it is all hands to the wall and spread them.

My head isn't detachable.

Incidentally, neither is his. I did spend a lot of time contemplating it, but ultimately with that much fur around his head, I figured it would get messy. I did also toy with the idea of a magnet, but I figured it would have to be quite strong and I didn't want to weight him down too much.