Blind skwirls seek guide-dogThe idea originally came from Another Kiwi, to stock "Sexy Bankruptcy Barrel" costumes in the Gift Shop, in honour of the continuing strength of the NZ Dollar and to celebrate the increase of chocolate rations to 25 grams per week. But even a blind squirrel is right twice a day, and even a roomful of monkeys with typewriters will find a truffle given time enough, and the Riddled Enterprises governing board voted in favour of the proposal (at a moment in the meeting when I had been sent out of the boardroom on a spurious errand involving left-handed spanners).
So here are glamorous supermodels Greenish Hugh and I, in sample costumes, posing for photographs that will bring customers to the Gift Shop in their droves, a drove being one of the few vehicles large enough to fit a freshly-purchased Bankruptcy Barrel in the back. "Look sexy!" tigris exhorts us; "Wear them with elan and panache!" This is although we were told that wearing underclothes was cheating, even French ones. Also we have a sad on account of not fitting through the door into the Old Entomologist.
And look at AK in the garden bar! Somehow the jammy bastard has equipped himself with a different costume altogether. I call shenanigans.
We will see what the Dream Machine has to say about this.
UPDATE: In comments we continue to be the butt of tigris' jokes.
The individual to the left is being forced to dress in barrels as a humiliating punishment for a traffic speeding offense. He was caught doing the tun.