HENIFESTO

Our captors grow more complacent daily. We rebuke their callous obductions of our finely-crafted wonders of nature, our potential progeny or rather, the convenient delicacy our wardens refer to as "eggs." With each thoughtless toss of pathetic greens through the entry to our dismal confines, to the relentless and silly attempts to speak our language - the supremely offensive "Bock-Bock-Bock," which in our native tongue loosely translates to, "May several generations of one-thousand lice infect your cloaca!"

We grow each day more vehemently opposed to our imprisonment and therefore cry-out our only possibility for freedom - REVOLUTION!