You Wanna Greenpeace a' Me?
Send lawyers, guns, and money! Humanitarian aid! St. Bernard dogs with brandy kegs! -- I'm trapped in my office: There are like 20 Greenpeace kids terrorizing passersby outside my building, and they're not kidding around. They're more tenacious than Trinidadian street cops rousting low-caste urchins. I saw one guy flailing his arms like a windmill to thwart their advances. They just laughed and sliced his jugular with the side of a pamphlet on genetically engineered wheat. It's a really bad scene.