Zooplankton Battle

I'm no longer a phytoplankton, for as much as I know, phytoplankton are plants. Zooplankton eat 'em, so here I am, the herbivorous (yea right) war machine.

I'm hear to proudly state that the war between me and the Granny aka Piglet is not a first priority, but a second.

I hear loads of boo's out there.

Here is my reason. First of all, Mrs. B**** is driving me nuts. The world of Mr. Plankton's band is crashing before his very eyes. I know in his illustrations, the plankton has only one. But, I have four, I am defected, so beat that.

I believe that as a band major, I have no other choice but to fight for my friends' rights, no matter how much they call it favouritism. It is not. It is called justice.

I do not want another year like 2007 OR 2008 to happen again. The years that brought up so much critique to our drill show, our quality control, and worse still, the band's teachers and instructors.

The instructors are not at fault. But I believe, Mrs. B**** is.

Everyone is ruined.

Now is up to the board members of Plankton's regime to save the band.

And so, I hereby declare that the Granny is safe from my sewer rats and 95-series machine guns, for now.

CSO for the world,

Rather-pissed-off.