And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the
air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own
Midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of
fear. And terror possessed me then
And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?"
And the angel
said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest
day and to them it is the holocaust."
-from disgustipated
