Photo: Copyright Janet Webb
Daft Visor, The Dark Lord, fumed helplessly as his once feared Battle Fleet floundered on the over gorged waters of the former ice planet.
A combination of sweeping cuts to the Empire’s Defence budget, unprecedented global warming and forgetting to set his alarm clock, had resulted in his Elite Shop Troops coming to grief – in the shallow waters of a supermarket car park.
In order to retain some dignity, he had personally led the mission to remove the remaining coins from the ditched trolleys.
“I’ll take them myself” he told his embarrassed comrades, before spending all the proceeds on doughnuts.