It's 3 years since ra Death-Baw was toppled at Blackhill and DCI Vader's polis have scoured the country looking fur Sheepshagger and his mates and haunders. Using a variety of anal probe jakies, Vader is sure that he'll soon be finding wee sheepshagger and finishing him wance and fur a. Meanwhile, in their secret frozen hideaway in east Kilbride, Sheepshagger and Handsome Solo are hain a look aroond fur trouble. Sheepshagger: "**** me, it's freezin here" Solo: "Aye, it's always freezing in East Kilbride, even noo in June" Sheepshagger: "Here, gees a draw o yer spliff man" Solo: "So, still no shagging wee Senga?" Sheepshagger: "Na man, ave nae chance there mate. Anyhoo, am still a bit....keen, if ye know wit a mean" Solo: "A dinnae worry wee man, wan o these days ye'll gety yer tadger oot o yer breeks furst. Am headin back noo, this place is pure desertit man" Sheepshagger "aye, well I though I heard a sort of baaing sound fae just behind those bushes so a'd better go and hae a look" Solo (laughing) - aye mebbe she'll remember Ewe eh? Solo heads back tae the hideoot as sheepshagger heads towards his only chance o a screw!