And an angel of our lord came unto me snatching me up from my place of slumber, and took me on high, and higher still until we moved through the spaces between the earth itself. And he brought me into a vast farm land of our own midwest. And as we decended Cries of impending doom arose from the soil one thousand? Nay, one million voices full of fear and terror possesed me then. And I begged "Angel of our lord, What are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me "These are the Cries of the carrots The cry of the carrots." You see Reverend SATANAS tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the HOLOCAUST. And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million of our tortured brothers. and screamed "HEAR ME NOW! I HAVE SEEN WHAT IS TO COME! THEY HAVE A CONSCIENCE, THEY HAVE A LIFE, THEY HAVE A ROOT, DAMN YOU!". LET THE RABBITS WEAR GLASSES, save our carrots.
