Let there be a bid...

In an unknown club, in an unknown universe, a long long time ago.... 1690 in fact.

There was "a senior source at Rangers"

And the Rangers was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the Rangers, which was just as well, because it was fuckin ugly.

And the Whyte snake moved upon the face of the waters.

And the source said.... "Let there be a bid"

And lo and behold there was a £6million bid.

And on the 2nd day the bid was £9million. And the bid was in the Record, the bid was in the Sun and the Herald and the Evening Times.

But on the 3rd day Lawwell the Celt saw the bid, and saw it was shite, and Lawwell mocked the bid and it was found to be a bag of pish.

On the 4th day the Rangers were overcome with ice, it's craven distorted face was permanently contorted in an expression of perma-ice-rage by a virtuous force. The same crown force that the Rangers had coveted for so long

The end

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