The Gobblers of Gobble Gazette proudly present to you our newest obsession..

COUNTERSTRIKE!!!!!!

Be afraid, be very afraid, because now not only do we eat like gilababis, but we shoot like them too. That's right. Mess with us and we will not hesitate to ransack your house (gobbling up anything remotely edible. Yes, that includes your kokokrunch.) AND shoot everything we see around us, Counterstrike style. You will never discover our true identities because we will be donned in hoods and shades, Counterstrike style. During our Counterstrike rampages, (which for your sake, I hope you will never have to experience) we will all be dressed as men (because there aren't any female characters in Counterstrike, duh.), making it almost impossible to distinguish between the sexes. I say almost because if you are lucky enough to survive our onslaught of gunfire, you will be able to hear high-pitched squeals of delight just before we stealthily leave your bullet-ridden place of residence, which will obciously come from the males. The photos you have seen of us in the previous posts were not really us. They were merely geeky medical students which we abducted and forced at gunpoint, Counterstrike style, to pose with happy smiles in order to conceal our true identities.

You are horribly mistaken if you think that eating has taken a backseat now that we've discovered this new hobby. Quite the contrary, our appetites have grown by leaps and bounds as running around with bazookas (which only liyeen and I have because we are part of the bazooka team) for hours on end causes us to work up an enormous appetite as you can only imagine.

For those of you who missed shooting practice today, the president herself would like to see you in person. Please prepare a written statement to explain your absence, and bring along a witness in case your written statement sucks. Do not take this lightly as the president is not an easy woman to please and she will not hesitate to blow you to smithereens if you come up with stupid excuses (eg.having lecture) for your absence. Don't forget, she owns a bazooka.