''Yoo-hoo, it''s dear Uncle Mink! Anyone at home? Why don''t you put the bubble down?''


    Lady Evelyne held her cake bowl tightly from the inside. ''No! I suppose you''d like that. Out of principle and sadism: No!''


    ''Please!'' it pleaded outside.


    ''You''ve learnt something, Mr Invite-me! Still no!''


    ''Oh dear!'' moaned Mink and knocked on the next one.


    Except for a few stalwart ones, who defiantly gave up the bubble even on days like the MD (surely there were some special rewards for doing so!), everyone kept the cake bowl on their heads.


    The leadership of the 656 sighed. There was a lot to do today. Mink was obviously bored, he''d been hanging around outside the front door all day begging to be let in. If someone was stupid enough to leave a window open, Mink would immediately throw a Molotov cocktail at him and set everything on fire. People were busy swearing, putting out fires and handing out cake bowls today.


    Lady Evelyne wondered whether she should tell Mink when her bubble would burst. After all, it was a time when she wouldn''t be at home and he would have a good chance of setting her house on fire. But then she decided against it. It was much more exciting to see who would be quicker. In the meantime, she imitated Kodaxx and turned Mink into a resource station.


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    Meanwhile, several of the Thunder brothers were busy burning other members of the 656. It promised to be a fun MD! They had already burned six of the girls. It was then that Thunder Benexi spotted a seventh girl at the very back, in the shadows of the darkness, who seemed to be hiding anxiously. He felt the rising thrill and the wonderful anticipation in his veins. To be on the safe side, he checked that the little girl was not the Asian general in disguise from the other side - after all, he, the Benexi, was a professional and had been warned by the failures of his comrades! He didn''t want to be one of those who had to look for their missing T4 under Mink''s bed afterwards!


    But the girl had a different name. And the night was quiet and he was thirsty for blood. Benexi sucked in the air with relish and sent off his attack. Now...


    ''Perhaps I should croak loudly in future so that you can recognise me?''


    In the blackness of the night, Frogland pulled the hood off his head and waved politely and sarcastically at the horrified Thunder Benexi. The next moment Benexi''s troops burst against the general''s defence wall. No survivors, no more UB. Only the croaking of frogs by the dark pond could be heard in the silence of the night.


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    No one had warned DmenAce. He had been around too short a time to know how mean some people could be. All bullies, tyrants, psychopaths and crazy lunatics on the 656, Lil Arrow had always said! But DmenAce hadn''t believed him. He also felt strong and invulnerable with the RxW tag on his combat gear. A whole new attitude to life, very different from the PHx tag!


    That had to be celebrated on this MD. He crept through the darkness. There he saw the girl, a member of the 656, small and petite, crouching anxiously behind the small pond. There was nothing to hear, just the croaking of a lonely little frog.


    DmenAce grinned. The night was still young and his thirst for blood unquenched... to be with the victors at last, it was so wonderful... stifling a laugh with difficulty, he dispatched the attack.


    The girl rose from her crouched position and took off her hood. It was not a girl. Horror gripped DmenAce. His troops were shattered before his eyes. No survivors, no more UB.


    The Asian general in front of him smiled mockingly. ''This time,'' he said coldly, ''I croaked.''


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    All hell broke loose in the GC. In contrast to 656, where the mood was as good as ever, several members of [AMd] from the city of 649 were obviously very unhappy with the way the MD was going and were venting their frustration. Poison Ivy went to great lengths to inform and educate people and explained the game''s procedures with absolute patience. However, as hardly anyone listened to her and even fewer wanted to understand her, she gave up at some point, exasperated.


    Slow Pain threatened to sic his fighting Chihuahuas on the 652, which would certainly cause terrible fear there. Godfather was determined to get rid of all his gold in the GC if he could just spam it enough. Progress was slow, the end was foreseeable: Nobody sensible wrote anything in the GC at the end of the day.


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    Suddenly, a loud noise could be heard outside the 656 clan castle.


    Objects crashed against walls and windows, some window panes rattled, then the engines of several motorbikes roared and the perpetrators made a hasty escape.


    The Thunder brothers ran outside. Just in time to see several members of [aMD] flee. Slow Pain and Godfather turned round and gave them the middle finger.


    The Thunder brothers were left breathless. How dare these guys! And worse still - what had they done with their clan castle?


    The entire fa?ade had been pelted with bags of paint and rotten eggs. Some of the window panes had been broken by stones thrown at them. They had also painted obscene graffiti across the castle gate and left insulting slogans: ''You''re all piglets!'' ''Mink is a pig!'' and much worse.


    Candycane sighed: ''The behaviour of people these days is just awful. Has anyone spoken to the leadership of [aMD]? It can''t be that they condone something like this...''


    ''We should take punitive action against [aMD],'' Thunder Benexi declared gloomily, ''so that means as soon as I get my underboss back...''


    DmenAce also sighed sombrely: ''Yes, as soon as I get my underboss back too...''


    Yikesy leaned against the wall with his arms crossed: ''Yeah, what''s up with your UBs, guys? Do you want to talk about it?''


    Benexi and DmenAce remained stubbornly silent.


    ''Anyone who has nothing to say, get a bucket and scouring pad now. We have to get the fa?ade clean again before the paint dries. Come on guys!''


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    ''I''ve got sweets!'' lured Mink, ''If you lift the bubble a tiny bit, I''ll show you and slip some under the frame.''


    ''Nice try, Uncle Mink!'' shouted the girls from 656, ''But no thanks!''


    ''Try Genny!'' giggled Nayanikaa, ''It might work with sweets. She''s almost got into the car with Marzzzz about it too.''


    ''Yeah, and she even secretly married Ghost in two minutes when he offered her sweets! He gave her a packet of Coco Pops!''


    Mink grinned and looked around. Maybe he had luck with little Genny, if not with the big Genny? Little girls are notoriously easy to persuade. He shouldered his bag of sweets as if he were Santa Claus himself and trudged off.