You're taxing my patience, Toons. I’m still waiting on those late filers…

It’s April 15th, Tax Day, a highly profitable day for the Cashbots and I, where we stuff our pockets full of the hard-earned wages of Cog colleagues collected through imposing wonderful, unreasonable and extortionate taxes. Normally, today pays out dividends of happiness to us Cashbots, but the silly behaviour of Toons has liquidated my good humour. My patience is spent and I’m seeing red! I’m a raging bull, ready to charge you down and make you pay! 

It all started at 9am this morning. My interest rate was high when I arrived at work, eager to process the tax return forms deposited on my desk. My mood rapidly declined, however, when I opened the first form and was met with an accounting abomination! It was filled in entirely inappropriately, with pet doodles listed as dependents and ridiculous deductions claiming that gags cannot be taxed. I tried to re-calculate the totals, but it was impossible to do so as all items were listed in jellybeans. The culprits of this nonsense were credited on the form as Dr Surtax, Flippy Doggenbottom-line and Lil’ Old Money. Names that seemed oddly familiar…

I won’t stand for it; these Toons must be held to account. In fact, my anger has accumulated to such a large degree that all of Toontown must pay for its mischief. The price for pranks is high in my raging bull market. This puny attempt at tax evasion will be returned with a day-long Mega-Invasion of my own, ending at midnight tonight as well as tripled Gag Experience. I will deploy my assets, namely Bean Counters and Number Crunchers, and send them charging down your streets. I will not compensate for any damages or losses incurred in the battle. Prepare for this operation to cost you, Toons, as I’m confident your opposition won’t amount to much.

I’m losing interest in your tomfoolery. You owe me, Toontown.