Welly, welly, welly, well well….There was me, that is Richard Cockhard, and my four Droogs, that is Ophelia Pecker, Sal Manila, Rose Tedchiken and Mick Nuggets, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our Rassoodocks what to do with the evening. “We need a bit of the Ol Horrowshow Utraviolence!” Ophelia squawked as sweet Ludwig Van Chicken cuckooed in my gully, and I thought "Rental Car Rally!!" ----- Don’t know what’s going on? Well get used to it because we’re about to spin circles about your Sodding Gruppa and leave you sobbing in your Gloopy Grazzy Guttiwuts like silly Ptitsas in the Rain. ----- For you simpler folks, beware; we’re more than flying eggs, earthbound odometers or night bound road signs. We’re gonna wrap you up, send you spinning, dress you up and look good doing it!! ----- That’s right! It’s Cluckwork Orange – you won’t forget us!! ----- Oh, and don't worry, OMELETYOUSUCKIT!!