Fred's eyebrows cocked up. "Batboy was shite? But they had pictures with the webbed arms and diagrams of the sonar and all..." But he shrugged it off, smacking the side of his crate hard to get whatever was moving around in there to stop. It seemed to work.
"Right. So, if you want to get news, real news, now, you've got to have something sane, that the Ministry can't get their claws in, right?"