Larry smiled dreamily. Only an hour or so and he would be amongst his people. Although he had never doubted his followers, he had been happily surprised by the number of responses he’d had to his summons. They too believed that All Should Be Larry, in fact a vociferous discussion had kicked off about what they would do when they took over the world. There were many suggestions ranging from the compulsory use of twitter, establishing his capital at Brighton and free train travel for all.

Even better was the number of women who were willing to be part of his harem and bear Baby Larry’s. Obviously he WAS the divine Lazbotron and the opportunity to mate with a God was literally a once in a lifetime opportunity but even so the number had been more than he’d expected.

However, he wasn’t sure they would need some of the things they’d suggested they brought with them – what on earth use was baby oil without a baby? And handcuffs would be no use nor ornament – he’d need his hands to smite people once his powers were back. The grapes, bananas and whipped could come in handy though – he was partial to a fruit salad.

His twitter feed seemed to be going at a mile a minute with people saying they would be there. So many followers, his devoted army of fans.....oh, what was this?? His eyes narrowed

Mat Baynton @Lazbotron – Larry mate how you doing?

So! There heretics had decided to show themselves

@realmatbaynton – the divine Lazbotron demands you apologise for your actions towards our person

@lazbotron, so you’re still the same then?

@realmatbaynton – I am still the divine lazbotron and you are still a heretic

@lazbotron - we're worried about you

@realmatbaynton - you locked us in a room and deprived us of our followers. If you cross our path again, you will suffer

Mat sighed, it didn’t look like he was any better.