Last week in The Nightingale Chronicles, nothing actually happened, we were merely setting up a story. But read it anyway, it helps this episode make a little more sense.
In a rush of grey smoke from the end of the carriage appeared the Nightingales sworn enemy. The Transit Officer! Forged deep within the caves of Mount Doom all of the evil in the world was forged into one rin... Oh wait, wrong story.
Forged deep within the Pit of Doom, all the evil in the world was forged into a grey uniform. Where ever they went, they brought fear, famine and a lack of sleep.
"Where do you think you are going little bird?" said the transit officer followed by maniacal laughter.
And the showdown began...
[Cue tense music]
In next weeks episode of The Nightingale Chronicles, who will win? The Nightingale or the Transit Officer? Who will be triumphant and who will end up in the shredder (metaphorically)
Disclaimer: MON Productions in no way condones the use of violence against transit officers. And we say this by our own free will. They are great people (ouch) they are kind and caring (my arm) and very pleasant to be around (it broke) and if ever you want to have a fun afternoon (was that my spleen) feel free to contact them (can I call 911 now?).