"The denizens of Hamterville seclude themselves to a life of hedonsim and decadence, where they only strive to acquire their latest nibbles and thrive in squalor and sin. I AM SICK OF IT! I detest this inhumane attachment that these debauched scum have with condiments and ostentatious luxury items. Let them feel the flame caress their pale, supply skin. And once charred and immolated, suffering a great tribulation for their sloth, may they reach an epiphany and revelation that the dawn of salvation has arisen and will tarry us to the gardens of Eden, while the nonbelievers sit amidst the flames and cry out in succour to the pious. Those who fail to repent and spurn thy Lord are destined to a life of grievous hardship, LET THEM SIT ATOP THRONED SEATS, WHILST WE RECLINE ON SOFA'S AND EMBRACE WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A MAN, A FLAWED CARIACTURE OF OUR PERFECT LORD, WHO WILL REVERE HIM TILL THE END OF OUR DAYS, WHEN THE PLANET WANES AND CRUMPLES AFORE THE COSMIC POWER OF A CORPULENT WOMEN'S BUSTY MAMMARIES! Now Godspeed wayfarer, depart from Hamsterville and do not look back, for if you do, you will espy that the city is wreathed in flame and enveloped in a decadence that must be purged from the face of this realm."