Yes, the day of reckoning will come, when I shall singlehandedly swim to the Antarctic (or hitch a ride via plane/ship, whichever is cheaper), and with megaliters of concentrated and pressurized agent orange and a propane torch (assuming agent orange is flammable, and it probably is), I shall thus begin the genocide of the flightless polar birds. The frozen tundra shall be littered with the still-twiching bodies of a million penguins, destroyed from direct exposure the deadly herbicidal poison, while thousands more look on in terror as their bretheren perish and they begin to feel the horrible effects of the toxic smoke billowing up from the burning bodies. And among the piles of dead penguins, I shall rise up, raise my fist, and cry out, "I ENJOY CHEESE!!!"
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