Aston University + gerbil merch thread

[GrimbutGerbil]

By request. The shop is here

https://grimut-gerbils.teemill.com/

Today the gerbils have been out canvassing. Initially, there were a few problems getting their leaflets printed properly; but those have all been sorted out now & support for the Doostole is rising, thanks to the efforts of our plucky little rodents.

With characters that would make a great set of plushies/soft toys.

Someone wrote this on another thread & I think we ladies of this cosy-chaotic corner of MN need it too. Someone else wrote a chorus which I'll find in a mo.

The Song of the Left

I’m not a misogynist arsehole
(I’m really quite nice to my wife!)
But dear ladies, you really must realise that
Some poor men have a difficult life.

You see some men are ever so clever
And some men are ever so sad
And together we worked out your role in our needs
And we thought you’d be grateful and glad!

Now won’t you be kind and respectful?
Why make all this toxical fuss?
You surely, by now, must have realised that
You are not proper humans like us?

So take off your clothes like a good girl
Just get out your tits for a lad
What else is the point of a single sex space
Beyond cheering up males who are sad?

Chorus:
Bring back, bring back, oh bring back genetics to meeeeee
Bring back, bring back some proper XX dignity.

It was posted by @UpThePankhurst

I don't know why (I absolutely know why) but this reminded me of this thread

https://www.tiktok.com/@thealmighty_teetee/video/7370331239921863978

Chapter Nine: The Gerbil Election Campaign

The factory hummed with anticipation as Grimbut gathered the gerbils for an important announcement. A general election was looming, and the stakes were high. Worries about Kier Llama’s potential rise to power fueled their determination.

In a bold move, the gerbils decided to field their own candidate: Glenda, representing the Party of Gerbils (POG). Once Glenda, a gerbil with a story of resilience, finally sat still long enough for her photograph the gerbils set to work, creating T-shirts and leaflets that, while nonsensical, carried a clear message: “Rats are rats and not gerbils.”

Their focus? Gerbil rights—to be recognized as a distinct species without being lumped in with other rodents.

Armed with Tunnocks to sustain them, they canvassed every burrow in Glenda’s constituency. The response was overwhelmingly positive: over 99.9% of gerbils believed in “RAR.” The 0.1% who declared “RAG” were, in the gerbils’ unanimous opinion, rats. After all, Roger, Ronald, Richard, Rebecca, Rita, and Rachel were not typical gerbil names.

As the week of canvassing wore on, the gerbils returned to Grimbut’s factory, exhausted but resolute. Polling Day loomed, and Glenda was tucked into bed early, ready to face the challenge with wide eyes and a bushy tail. An army of gerbils worked through the night, printing more T-shirts and leaflets. The conference room, transformed into the campaign office, was meticulously cleaned and prepared for the final push.

And so, as the gerbils drifted off to sleep, they dreamed of victory, of ballots cast in their favour. Tomorrow would be the culmination of their efforts—the day they’d make their voices heard. The sun would rise, and Polling Day would dawn, bringing with it hope, uncertainty, and the promise of change. 🗳️🐾

The opposition Kier Llama

LOL

My AI is still on acid...

I said SUFFRAGETTE gerbils, FFS!

Does AI think that gerbils drink absinthe?

I've broken it, haven't I?

Don't they drink it in your world, earthling? Did I get it wrong?

Well, someone's been at the absinthe. Those banners are supposed to say 'Abstinence not absinthe'

Those baking gerbils, ifIwerenotanandroid - the ones in the lower left pikkie are the most guilty-looking rodents I have ever seen, and I suspect they are experimenting with Alice B Toklas's famous Haschish Fudge recipe😈

Well I can only say that the gerbils of my acquaintance have been largely gin drinkers.

Their eyes are rather large & black...

Later that day:

Better not put this episode in the children's version.

I'm just worried about when the awful change from gerbil to grebil to gribble to tribble is going to happen and see our heroic gin-drinking cake protestors turned into amorphous furry blobs whose sweet trills give pleasure to those who caress them, and who are permanently pregnant.

it seems a backward step.

Though it's good to know they'll retail the ability to destroy planets.

@DeanElderberry , wow that is definitely a skill that I didn't know they had! Who do they retail them to?

More than slightly Hogarthian.

Christ!!! (The picture is just TOO much!)I

Once upon a time, in a dimly lit laboratory nestled deep within the heart of an ancient forest, an eccentric scientist toiled away. Dr. Bartholomew Quill, renowned for his peculiar experiments, had a penchant for blending the ordinary with the extraordinary. His latest endeavor? The transmutation of small rodents into mythical creatures.

The Gerbil 🐭 Dr. Quill’s experiment began with a humble gerbil named Percival. Percival, a nondescript little fellow, nibbled on sunflower seeds and scurried through mazes. But Dr. Quill had grander plans. He adjusted the dials on his arcane machine, and Percival’s fur shimmered with iridescence. His tail elongated, and his eyes glowed like tiny stars. Behold—the Gerbil was born!

The Grebil 🦎 Next in line was Gertrude, a curious gecko who had wandered into the lab. Dr. Quill, never one to miss an opportunity, scooped her up. With a flourish, he chanted incantations from forgotten scrolls. Gertrude’s scales shifted, and her limbs elongated. She sprouted delicate wings, and her eyes turned a mesmerizing shade of emerald. The Grebil emerged, a creature poised between lizard and bird.

The Gribble 🦐 Dr. Quill’s eyes gleamed as he captured a tiny shrimp from a nearby stream. This was no ordinary shrimp; it was a gribble—a marine marvel that feasted on shipwrecks. Dr. Quill’s machine hummed, and the gribble transformed. Its exoskeleton hardened, and its legs multiplied. Soon, it scuttled across the lab, leaving trails of phosphorescent light. The Gribble had arrived, a testament to adaptation and resilience.

The Tribble 🐾 Finally, Dr. Quill sought inspiration from ancient texts. He invoked the spirits of long-lost civilizations, channeling their wisdom. Into the machine went a tuft of soft fur—a tribble’s fur, to be precise. The room filled with warmth, and the air crackled with energy. The machine whirred, and the fur expanded, multiplied, and fluffed up like a cloud. The Tribble emerged, its purring vibrations soothing even the most troubled souls.

And so, in that secluded lab, Dr. Quill’s menagerie thrived: Gerbil, Grebil, Gribble, and Tribble. Each creature a testament to transformation, magic, and the boundless curiosity of the human spirit. As for Dr. Quill himself, he continued his experiments, forever seeking the next elusive metamorphosis.

Remember, dear reader, that sometimes the most extraordinary journeys begin with the ordinary. 🌿✨

Boiled Beetle PLEASE!

Won't someboody please think of the children???

😂

Then again...

How about a murder mystery, since the AI unexpectedly gave me this in with the fudge pictures?

Who shot Gertrude?

Spoiler alert