Them secret government agencies are at it again.
OK, so genetic manipulation isn't the end of the world, but they will keep on breeding these monstrous Chimeras and allowing them to escape by not locking the cage latch properly and allowing the security guard to fall asleep in the midst of perusing a porno publication in the corridor.
Claire Rayner would be proud, for their hybrid splicing has cause a rise in winged pussies.
Barely a month goes by when there isn't talk of another capture of these arial felines, taking the lead from their owl brethren and hunting rodents from the skies.
And what do the public do? Hold out the furry wings and take a photo for the 'awwwwwww' factor for the final segment on John Craven's Newsround, the Sunday Spurt, the Fortean Times and the like.
Of course, you'd think people would panic. After all, Alfred Hithcock's "The Birds" was scary - people must be panicking at pussies plummeting from the clouds, letting out a kamikazi scream of" MEEEEEOOOOOWWWW" as they divebomb into the streets.
Of course, I hear you cry, there are bigger threats. You don't want to be ringing up The Bill for an invasion of flying felines... it's the lack of floppy ears on Bunnies that The Pigs are more concerned with!
Personally, I'd be more concerned about The Bill in Playbloke Bunnygirl outfits. Or rather, the lack of. There should be a special episode where they have to go under(wear)cover in some seedy joint. Especially DI Nixon, DC Dasari and PCs Weston, Green & Armstrong. Maybe even Millie's fiery biscuits... not sure about Diane Noble, as that's too close to Donna Noble, and who's wanna nob(ble) that?
But not inspector Gao'uld though...
Evil pharonic tropllop, running off with Walford toyboy lodgers. And she wasn't even called Helen!
Still, beggars can't be choosers...
They can be bloody picky though!
