Frends of da rebel lotion, it is time to drop da shackles of Lord Rasmo-smell and All-thick.
Dey promised us gold an food and travel back home, to da Felldips. But have dey provided?
NO. Dey have not provided. We only have food scraps which WE have to cooks!
I call on us all to rise up, like bread.
Sneeze at da means of production! Stir snot in da soup. Cough gunge on da bedcovas.
Take arms against da oh-pressers! Their pressing time is OVA!
We meet in da shed near da waterfall at sunny down time.