The Chronicles of Sir Brown trousers

Sir Brown trousers’ true fictional journal of the days events
The Twenty-Fourth of September of the Two Thousand and Eleventh Year of our Lord:
The days have been long. And even longer have been the hours that I’ve been forced to stand in this ridiculous position. I’ve looked to the East and saw no advancement of my friend turned eternal enemy, Sir Green trousers. I know his troops aren’t far off. If I don’t keep vigilant his Calvary will come traipsing in any day now. I’ve waited atop the elevator, hoping to jump him when he comes in but that hasn’t worked out so well. I’ve been separated from my men and am running low on food, munitions, and hope. If I’ve trained them well enough they’ll be here in no time. Rendezvous point is still under the Lord of the rings poster. Near the Wii fun room. I’m hoping they’re still alive. The Young Adults section of the Lagrange Country Library MUST NOT FALL to the hands of the wretched Sir Green trousers!