Revolution my friends. That’s why we’re all here tonight. I remember growing up as a small pupae in the jungles of Madagascar. By the millions they came to exterminate or enslave us: the capitalist pigs of Urbanopolis. Well, no longer! …

  What? Who dares?! I’m about to launch an offensive against that damn mutt that’s always urinating on our tree! What do you want? Words for posterity? Here, simple and quick, like a death strike: no squirrel will ever forget …

Urbanopolis…my buffet of corruption, my smorgasbord of sin. Delicious morsels of filth rummage in the alleys. They seek to undo me. They want to see my empire stripped to its bones. What they fail to comprehend is that I’m the …