Alright, no more; the jokes are over. For a really long time, my brethren and I have sat still by, while you and your imbecilic little pals mock us. "Gingers. BAH," you spit with loathing. "They have no souls. They can't stroll in the daytime. They'll take individuals' kids in the night. They're similar to pale Pokemon: gotta kick 'em all!"for for a little while, we endure it. Jokes, isn't that so? Nothing the matter with that. For hell's sake, kidding is one of the ways I profit. Anyway, after years of this current, now is the right time to come right out and let every one of you know: you have kicked a titan hornet's home. Us gingers? We're really your most exceedingly awful bad dream. Not in the take your-infants sort of way, either. No, we're simply plotting to assume control over the whole planet, in the same way as Pinky and The Brain needed to however never could.