We're doomed. Doomed...

I probed Wilson about these so-called bands of his, "Rocksy Music" and "The Stones," and he confirmed that both bands would be comprised, just as I feared, of the sTone Brothers with a few soft-toys in support. 

'But there will be a costume change, so nobody will notice that they're the same people in both bands, probably!' he added, as though that would make everything alright.

Then I pressed him about the premises and how much hiring the empty warehouse would cost. He winked and tapped the side of his nose with one claw before whispering, 'There's a broken window round the back!'

We are doomed. Doomed.