the day will soon come when they affix their propellers to their beanies and ascend into the sky, into their rightful place as the janitors in heaven. behold the majesty of their beady eyes, the devine grace of their snoots. these are truly gods chosen people. they suffer here dwelling amongst the lesser races, their long persecution is nearly ended. oh sons of cain, fruit of the forbidden fruit.....cry out in righteous pain as you strike us poor savages. we crave your holy buggery.