The Three Amigo's meet under cover of daylight every other blue moon. Together they hatch fiendish plots, plan the overthrow of international conglomerates and eat chocolate. And crisps. And biscuits. And pizza

If you would like to join the Three Amigo's, too bad; there are already three of us. But if you would like to put your name on the waiting list, it is currently being flushed down the toilet.